I move to touch it, compelled by some uncontrollable tenderness, but he slaps my hand away. “Don’t,” he growls while he tugs his suit jacket off, revealing a tattered white shirt underneath. “Not now.” Out of spite, I push a thumb into the gash and Wolfgang hisses loudly before his hand wraps around my throat, slamming me back down onto the cold marble, the rings from my chainmail corset digging into my skin. “Hateful little thing,” he seethes, ripping my thong off with his other hand, his face inches from mine. “You deserve nothing but misery.”
