Bab 37: He Forced Me

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Sasha's remark thrills me just as much as it alarms me. I'm glad he realizes that I'm not a girl as he might have suggested earlier. Then again, he's making it clear that he's having trouble not noticing me sexually. He slides back into the covers, the mattress bouncing beneath him. My pulse races ten times more now that I'm conscious of him beside me.

I turn and face away from him. I curl myself into a ball, my dick throbbing on my abdomen. It won't go down. It's so fucking frustrating because I don't want to be attracted to Sasha. But Sasha is honestly the most handsome alpha I've ever seen. I wonder what his face looks like when he comes, or how he sounds when he fucks. I already know what he tastes like. I want more.

"My parents had an arranged marriage." He says, jolting me out of my pervy thoughts.

"Yeah?" I swallow, trying to sound as normal as I can get. "They seemed to love each other so much. I wouldn't have known."