MORTALS OF EAST CLAN

“"Stop touching me" Tara's voice echoed her apartment. Yet he never listened to her in all these years just went on touching her breast and slowly his fingers traveled down her body and stopped at her waist pulling her top up and that moment when his fingers touched her bare skin his energy shot up, pleasure-filled his mind with demanding a response from her and at the same moment, a knife tore his cheek. "I said stop touching me!" Tara stroke another one on his arm and placed the knife in his neck, rage in her eyes with tears of failure. "Am I too intimidating baby?" He took a few steps back grabbing the hand he has been holding for the past two hours to his face wiping the blood licking it as Tara shivered in disgust. "You are mine! He is not coming back. It will be delightful if you devote yourself to me as soon as possible." He said moving back grabbing his jacket putting it on. " It won't be possible until my body holds a soul" Tara raised her own voice shivering and redeeming herself from such an awful encounter. Suddenly, he slammed her into the wall with her words ringing in his head. Grunting in pain Tara fought against him. She lost all her self-defense when he kissed her forcefully knowing her weakness. As he expected she did melt to his touch, surrendering her to him. He was quick to let his hands travel under her clothing and pushing her more into him. Tara realizing her defeat tried to push him away from her. "You can't deny this too," he said his lips playing a smirk. He again left her with a state of confusion.”