"We shouldn't be doing this." She croaks, but god did she want to continue. In denial, she felt his devilish lips crash against her neck. Dylan held her pinned against the tree; his knee between her thighs; pressed against her most private area. "Well it's a good thing that I don't follow by the rules then, now is it?" He whispered huskily into her ear. She was going to burn in hell. Then again maybe she is already there; and if this is what it feels like to be punished then she would gladly call herself a masochist. Or maybe she was in denial herself. "B-But, what about Sam." She whimpers, "She is your girlfriend!" "Fuck Sam." He whispers hoarsely. "She is my best friend though..." "And you are my mate." He growls. Right now; she swore her skin was made of gasoline, and his touch must be the flame; because everything lit up into a wild fire that she didn't want to be tamed.