“I’m just waiting for you to get bored of them, my angel,” he growled firmly and I hissed as he stopped my movements in his lap and tugged his hands back out from beneath my shirt. “Did it ever occur to you that when you tell me you don’t like the fact that you have to share me, you’re telling me that you don’t like one of the core parts of my personality?” I growled, my lust fading fast in favour of my anger at this stupid fucking argument coming up again.
