By Arianne Cole
“I’ll wait for you while you pack,” anunsyo ni Wulfric.
“Pack?” nagkasalubong ang mga kilay na ulit ni Dulce.
“Hindi ligtas para sa ’yo ang lugar na ito, Dulce. Ililipat kita ng tirahan,” he said with finality.
“The hell you won’t!”
“I won’t be your whore. Ayokong tumanggap ng kahit ano mula sa ’yo pagkatapos nang n-nangyari s-sa atin. It would feel like you’re p-paying me back for… for…”
“Your hymen?” he supplied blandly.
Her cheeks burned. “Y-yes.”
“That was never my intention, Sweetheart. It never even occurred to me that way. But whatever we did last night, it only made you one thing, Dulce. It made you mine. And what is mine, I protect.”