Marissa frowned at Ricco seeing his smirk. Gave him a push and failed when he pulled her close. Frowned even more at him when he kissed her forehead. Ignoring the little tingles of pleasure being close and the small kiss had brought.<br/><br/>“Not with me you don’t. And defiantly not without my knowledge or consent.”    Glaring at him. Slowly rising to a seating position. Marissa hated being so weak. She couldn’t believe his nerve to say that he will do as he please when he pleases, while acting so madder factually about it. Then to ask what she wanted to do. The nerve of him.<br/><br/><br/>Yes she had agreed to be his mate but that didn’t mean could do as he pleased, when he pleased with her, Marissa thought. Taking the glass of wine from and place it on the night stand next to her. Knowing that she had reached her limit with alcohol for the night.<br/><br/>“You are a piece of work. Being all nonchalant saying you do as you please when you please. Then nearly in the same breath ask me what I want to do.” Shaking her head. Regretting the action instantly, room  spin again.<br/><br/>“Damn how long I’m going to be like this” Marissa muttered.