“The mouse?” he scoffs. His voice is gravel and windburn. “Whatever. I’ll make do.” I flinch, and Jasper curses softly behind me. My gaze swings back around to find Jaykob stalking up to me. I barely see the dark intent in his midnight blue eyes before his hand grasps my chin and his mouth fits flush against mine. My lips part on a sound of surprise, and he takes the opportunity to plunder my mouth. His grip moves to the back of my head, almost painfully, and his other hand grasps my backside, pulling me hard against him.
Yo wtf why yall treating her like an object
