“If you ever deny me the right to protect and defend you again, the consequences will be at your own risk. Do you understand me?” I snarl, letting my true feelings out, and she frowns. “But I—” I grab the length of her tie and tighten the fabric so it sits flush against her throat and she gasps. “Do. You. Understand. Me?” I growl
Yes. Raw (and deep) next question.
