"Damn."
Whatever. Marcus was Alana's master, and Alana was his servant. How could a servant resist her master? That made no sense at all.
Besides, he did not believe the beauty in his arms, his Alana, would truly resist him. Resist the master who cherished her, who cared for her, who wanted her.
Intimacy Level below one hundred? That was fine. He could board the train first and buy the ticket later. As long as they became closer, the Intimacy Level would naturally rise to one hundred.
"Alana."
"I want you."
His voice was firm, leaving no room for hesitation. He ignored any resistance she might have had, holding her tighter, pulling her closer, his grip becoming more possessive.
"Master…"
Hearing the resolve in his voice, Alana, already overwhelmed by emotion, almost lost control. Her heart pounded wildly as she clung to his neck, her feelings surging beyond restraint.
