“That’s right, because it’s mine, isn’t it? I ruined you for anyone else, didn’t I? I warned you.” He uses one finger to caress through my slippery folds, taunting me with pleasure that’s within reach, dangling it in front of me just to see how hard I’ll work for it. “I own you, Lyra Abbott. Your body, your soul, your heart. Even if I can’t have it, I own you.”
