Michael's pov:
Noah was angry at me, I missed our date, our two year anniversary but that was because of Clara. I would never miss something that important but Clara made me stay at home. He was about to leave my room when I blocked the door.
"Get out the way, Michael!" He yelled
He looked dead into my eyes, a smirk appeared on my face. He slapped me on the face I could feel a Mark forming. I continued smirking I touched my cheek
"Hit me." I said
"What?" He asked
"Come on, is that all you've gotten? I know that's not all you've got, isn't it?" I taunted back at him
"Your crazy." He tutted
"So you are weak? Like what everyone else says about you?"
"Hit me Noah."
He punched me in the face, my lip started to bleed, it stung. My blood tasted good though
"Go again" I teased wiping the blood of my lip. God that hurt.
"Why are you doing this?" He looked at me confused.
Then he punched me in the stomach.
"What do you think" I coughed pecking his lips angrily.
I kissed him again, this time he pushed me hard against the door. I smirked even though there was still blood trickling down my chin
"It turns me on, darling"
