Chapter41:

"Mate!" Lace said. Sandro halted and he let out a grunt as he removed his head from Arabella's thigh. "She's not my mate." "She is." Asserted lace. "What?" Arabella mumbled as he made a move to stand. Sandro's gaze shifted to Arabella and he narrowed his eyes. "Did you make me fúck you to hear that?" "Hear what?" "Oh, stop playing dumb!" Sandro thundered. "You let me fúck you so you'd hear we are mated. Tell me how it feels, bítch?" Arabella sat up with a frown on her face. She didn't know what to say and what changed had changed. Heck, she didn't know what was going on. She knew Sandro was not going to change his mind about killing her but he had acted human a second ago. He had fucked her mercilessly and even let her snuggle into him. She thought he was being affectionate and underneath the tough interior he often exuded, there was a guy that was a softie. She presumed she wished too early because he wasn't anything she had imagined. Sandro yanked her from the bed, not minding if she