Artemisia
Turning around, I stare at Fynn agape as I take a step back. “What the f**k?! Fynn, how did you get in here?”
“Ah, those stupid locks.” He groans, shaking his head. “As if they could stop me.”
I know that I will just entice him when I turn my back to him to walk away, but I can’t seem to keep my curiosity back.
“You have a three-day penalty,” I shout back at him, freezing in front of my fully locked and secured door.
Shit!
Fynn has his arms wrapped around me in the blink of an eye, pulling me to his front.
“I’m not playing that game.” He growls, his lips pressed against my ear. “You are my f*****g mate. As if he could tell me what to do.”
My heart skips a beat as I feel him bite into my earlobe, making me mewl softly. “No, but you are going to listen to me, right?
