Before I can change my mind, I hit send. Pure impulse. No thinking at all.
I stare at the screen, my heart pounding wildly.
To my surprise, about thirty seconds later I see the indicator showing the message has been read.
Wow.
For a moment, nothing moves on the screen.
Then suddenly a small thumbs-up icon appears under my message.
What?
I mutter a curse under my breath.
He just reacted with athumbs-up? That is it? That is his entire response?
Asshole!
Frustration surges through me, along with a desperate need to pull something more out of him. My heart continues to race as I lean closer to the screen.
"You said, ‘If you think you could ever stop being mine, think again.’"
I send it, then pause, wondering what to add, because this part matters.
"So? Is there a point to that?"
It gets read, but there is no reply. Well. What would he even say?
Minutes pass. No typing dots appear. Eliano does not react.
And then I type something that surprises even me, because I have always been so… unforgiving. Could I really say this?
My fingers tremble as I tap it out.
"What if I’m still yours?"
And the bastard replies:
"Of course you are."
Oh, a fucking arrogant alpha! Does he think I am a joke?
"Cocky much?"
"Just stating the facts."
I jump up as if I’ve been pinched. I start pacing the room back and forth, almost obsessively, frantically. I feel furious and wildly excited at the same time. For reasons I can’t comprehend, my hole clenches.
The vision of Eliano's thick, veiny cock driving into me and making me submit is just too sweet.
My mouth stretches into an uncontrollable grin as the decision inside me suddenly becomes so easy, so obvious.
Wow, so I am still his! He wants me… he basically said it.
I rush back to the laptop and type:
"So when should I expect you on the island?"
