"Got me, Roshanay?" He moved his other hand and held the nape of her neck. His fingers slowly threading into her coal black locks.

She didn't answer just closed her eyes more tightly. She was slowly losing the courage to utter a no to him.

Suddenly, he held her hair tightly that slightly jerked her neck forward and she croaked out with pain. Her voice came out as muffled as he had firmly held her cheeks. Her hands shot up and she held his hand which fisted her hair, small whimpers of pain escaping her lips.

 He moved his lips closer to her ear, his hot breath fanning against her neck and ear making goosebumps surface there.

"My patience is thinning,"

"Pl..ease,"

"No please," he said moving back and removing his hand from her cheek that had turned red due to the pressure he had applied. "Answer me or should I make you agree in my own ways and I swear you won't like them," he whispered the last part.

"I... don't agree," she uttered out and the look in his eyes darkened.