Katie leaned towards him and as she was about to kiss him, Mark turned his head away in disdain. He swiftly grabbed her by her waist, lifted her up, turned around and placed her on the bed under him.
The weight of his body and the familiar scent of tobacco and cologne reminded Katie of the vague memories of the first night they met. It was a night of pain and pleasure.
"You can't kiss me without my permission. Your main job is to please my lower torso." Nate said coldly.
The gentleness he presented earlier had vanished completely. Her heart sank. She closed her eyes and awaited his ‘attack' as he took off her bathrobe.
However, Nate stroked her left eye gently and quickly got up. Katie felt relieved for a second, then she grew worried. Have I displeased him? What did I do
