“Little nightmare,” he pants between breaths. “If I wanted you dead, you’d already be dead. You’re mine, Cara, and I take care of what’s mine. Like I just took care of you in that cornfield. Then again in the fucking pumpkin patch. Did my gift not show you how far I’m willing to go to take care of what is mine? What belongs to me? Because right now, that look in your eyes is telling me you need me to remind you how well you take my cock.”
