“This time you’ll see it’s me fucking you, you’ll feel it’s me. You will forever remember this, the man who owns your orgasms. The man who owns your soul.” I roll my eyes and he forcefully grabs my chin between his fingers to face him. “Do not roll your eyes at me, brat.” “I’m not one of your ‘yes girls’.” I glare at him. He kisses along my jaw. “Trust me, I know.” I pull back. Weirdly, I don’t like that comment. “What do you mean?” He chuckles. “If you were, you’d already be sucking my cock, and I wouldn’t have had a knife pressed against my artery.”
