He was as domineering as ever, ignoring my resistance and bit my lip harshly as punishment.
The taste of blood spread in my mouth and his scent, which wasn't mine, lingered around me.
Today, he was unusually talkative. "Diana, as long as I'm here, you'll have a family. Why waste your energy on those who don't love you? Once this busy period is over, I'll take you on a world tour during my vacation."
I pushed him away with all my strength, wiped the blood from the corner of my lips and smiled brightly.
"Alright, I'll do as you say."
He didn't love me and indeed, I had no reason to waste energy on him.
My obedient compliance made Vincent's eyes darken. His hand eagerly reached under my clothes. "Diana, what kind of spell have you cast on me? Why can't I stop wanting you?"
I took a step back, avoiding him from getting any closer. It wasn't that I had cast a spell on him.
The familiar scent on him clearly told me that he couldn't bear to deal with Evelyn, so he came home to take his frustrations out on me instead.
Vincent saw me retreat and showed a momentary hint of displeasure, but soon his interest was rekindled.
"Are you playing hard to get? I like it..."