“Submission looks good on you.” “Ew. Nothing about that word works for me,” I said quickly. “I’m okay with that. It’s always more fun when you think you’re going to fight me at first anyway.” “What in the actual fuck is wrong with you?” “Hm. We probably shouldn’t pull at that thread just yet, baby. Let’s give that one another six months or so. Tackle that disaster once you’re addicted to me and not going anywhere no matter what you learn.” “Are you trying to scare me?” I asked. “Because it’s working.” “Nah, pretty girl. You’ll know when I want your fear.”
