Suddenly, the room went dark. Mitchel leaned in and kissed her. His lips were cold, and his kiss was forceful. As he sucked on her lips, she felt an inexplicable sensation that made her hair stand on end.

Flabbergasted, Raegan tried to turn her head away, but he firmly held her face. He even bit down on her lips as though he was teaching her a lesson.

Raegan winced at the sharp pain and let out a soft whimper.

But Mitchel was not done yet.

His fingers gripped her possessively, leaving her cheeks flushed.

Raegan's mind teetered on the brink. She tried, with all her strength, to push his hands away, but he did not even budge in the slightest.

Though Mitchel wanted more, he restrained himself and only intended to tease her. He could not accept the fact that she no Longer responded to him as she once had.

Their fierce struggle resembled a lopsided boxing match, with Raegan clearly outmatched.

She eventually stopped resisting and just let him bite and nibble at her lips.

Her thoughts became hazy and her awareness faded, save for the sensation of his tongue.

Barely holding onto consciousness, she uttered weakly, "You're shameless, Mitchel. What are you trying to prove?"

Of course, Mitchel intended to make a point as evident in his actions.

"What do you think I'm trying to prove?" He stood there, his breathing slightly labored. He pressed a fingertip against her Lips.

The air was thick with an intoxicating scent.

"Don't deny it. You still have feelings for me, don't you?"

Not wanting to see his smug expression, Raegan averted her gaze. But Mitchel grasped her chin, forcing her to look into his intense eyes.

Mitchel's handsome face, sharp-featured, was dotted with sweat beads.

His shirt, drenched with perspiration, gave off the impression of self-restraint.

He raised an eyebrow and pushed her for an answer.

“You're with Henley just to make me jealous, aren't you?"