A beast-like, brutal glint appeared in Michael's eyes. As the submissive one, I looked into his eyes and felt everything had returned to when we first met.
Michael always thought that he was in charge of our relationship. He thought that he could control me. What did I have to do to make him understand that his thoughts were absurd and wrong?
Whenever the two of us had a dispute over something, he always asked me to obey him, no matter how difficult it was to understand his actions, because he always believed that he was right. Then, what was I to him? In addition to being his mate, I was still Cecily, and I had my own life.
I had never realized more clearly than I did now that the conflict between Michael and I had never changed.
