He wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing the sides just enough to restrict my blood flow. I should hate it, but of course I don’t. “You have two options, Amelia. You can have my driver take you home, or you can sit back down with that jackass out there while your cum, the cum that I pulled from you, soaks your panties. And if he so much as grazes you with a fingertip, I will follow him home and break the hand he put on you. And then I’ll send him to Chicago.”
