Something about you only made Mavuika furious.

Furious, because she couldn’t have you.

For goodness sake. When she first laid her eyes on you, she knew, just like with other women, she could immediately have you for herself and herself only. But… why were you so persistent?

Not that your boyfriend was what was bothering her. She could easily remove him from your life.

But it was you.

You didn’t like her one bit—and it made her furious. More furious than she should ever be.

She took a step closer, closing the distance between you with a grace that was near predatory. “Why do you resist me?” she demanded, her voice husky. “I could make you forget all about him either,” she continued, her eyes speaking for her frustration. “I’m better than him.”

Mavuika's eyes narrowed, her frustration bubbling over. “You think you’re so righteous, don’t you?” her tone only dropping her anger and allure. “You’re willing to put up walls, pretend like you don’t want what I’m offering. I know you want it, but you’re too afraid to admit it.”

She stepped closer, her fingers holding your chin up with a possessive caress. “Look at me,” she said, her voice dropping to a purr. “I’m everything he isn’t. You’re telling me you can’t see that? Heck, darling, I’m everything you want me to be.”

“Just let me, and you’ll get me.”