Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond

Chapter 0301

"Actually no." I cut him off, my hand raising in front of me. "No?"

"No, I don't want those things." Well yes, but not in how he is implying. George is the closest I got to thinking I could choose someone to be with me, but his recent actions have made me think the complete opposite now. I'd much rather be alone than be with George, these small flirty fleeting moments with Knox has shown me that. Knowing Knox for only a few days has already opened my eyes to who I thought George was, and who he really is. "Then what do you want Red?" He asks me, his voice low... his eyes not leaving mine.

"A bit of fun. We seem to have a natural chemistry, a natural attraction to one another. We could just keep it casual...no one would need to know. What's the harm in exploring that." "Ah, that scratch that needs itching?"

"Precisely. I don't expect commitment, I know that you will go back to training soon and we need not think of each other again." I casually offer, my hands swiping out.

I know as soon as I say it that this wouldn't be possible for me, but if having just a small amount of him means I have to make this bargain...then so be it. He will move away, no doubt find another that can offer things I can't. But I'm prepared to pretend when the time calls, pretend I can keep my side of the deal.

to enter into a no strings attached...sexual relationship? Are you sure?" His eyes are wide in surprise,

aren't the first person I've done this with Knox..." Something in what I say makes his body tense, his

as he rubs his designer beard, acting playful but I can tell he is considering it...he has to

I am, what I can give. And love is not one of them." I say defiantly, unwaveringly as my chin is held high...I am afterall, the only

the bed preparing to leave when an arm snakes around my waist from behind. He pulls me with such force that the back of my head falls against the

my hands grip at the back of his neck pulling him in deeper to me. My legs wrap

bed-time top is unbutton at the front, my breasts springing free for his firm

clasp them, his tongue's movement speeding up within my mouth at such a pace I

back as a cry escapes me, his hushing in