Her Unwanted Mate On The Throne
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“My… mate…” She felt his hot breath caress against the back of her neck when he whispered behind her, she moved too slow to prevent the man from forcing her to the grass beneath them.
Though, Doris didn’t think there was anything she could have done that would’ve prevented this man from getting whatever it was he wanted from her. She was afraid to find out what exactly that might be.
“My… mate!” He shouted as he straddled her against the cold ground, the darkness blinded her from his identity.
His grip was strong and rough as he pinned both her wrists above her head with one hand, she could smell the alcohol on his breath when he whispered the word over and over against her ear.
“I don’t—“ Doris gasped when he ripped her maids’ uniform off with little to no effort, leaving her almost bare in her undergarments. She struggled uselessly against his hold, the cold air stung her exposed skin. She didn’t understand what this man meant by mate. She didn’t have a mate—he was obviously very drunk and had the wrong girl.
“Please don’t—“ Doris cried out in pain when she felt his teeth latch onto her neck