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THUNDER AND LIGHTNING⚡

She was not his.

She didn't want to be his, not wanting to belong to anyone.

She was not a property.

She was not a thing that belonged to just anyone.

She was her and not someone's 'Mine', especially his.

She tried unsuccessfully to get away from him.

She had failed woefully and she hated herself for it.

It was not because she hated that he called her 'Mine'.

But it was because she was mad at herself for liking the endearment, craving his attention on her.

He had certainly grown on her and she hated it to a fault.

'Let me go, totally,' she whispered.

Her flaming resolve was gone and in its place was a weak surrender.

'Please,' she pleaded again.

His hands around her waist tightened, bringing her against him, completely, chest against chest, thigh against thigh.

His smile turned into a smirk and then vanished.

His face hardened into angry lines like it had never been there in the first instance.

He leaned into her, bringing his lips to her ears.

He bit into her pinna, softly, for just a moment.

Her cheeks flamed.

She bit her own tongue to stop a moan as that familiar rush of desire claimed her.

It took her yet again by surprise, fruitfully dazing her into a passionate oblivion.

'Stop running Mine,' he advised her. 'It would do you good to do that Mine.'

'I won't,' she disagreed with him when she was back from her oblivion, to reality.

She would never stop running away from him, from the cruel beast that he was.

He hadn't a heart.

He had captured her.

He had taken her away from her parents, her lover and brought her here, to his empire.

He had caged her here and refused her to leave.

He had even refrained from telling her why she was here, with him, and she hated it.

It thoroughly sickened and disgusted her, his deeds.

Yet, she wanted him, time and time again and she hated her stupid pathetic self for it.

It was annoying, the rigmarole that was her feelings for him.

'Stop running now Mine,' he said in a warning voice.