“If you want to come, you’re going to have to admit you’re mine. Your vicious little mouth is mine,” I said, leaning forward to kiss her. She sank her teeth into my lower lip, drawing blood in a way that only made me harder. “Your perfect little cunt is mine. All of you, and the next time you let someone touch you, I will find a way to make sure you can never do it again. Is that understood, Witchling?”
