“You need to shut that fucking mouth, Dahlia. This cunt is mine. You are fucking mine.” He slaps my ass cheek. “Do you understand?” Tears gush from my eyes, but they’re pleasure tears. The tears only this man can provoke. My nails dig into his neck, and I bite on the lobe of his ear, then moan. “I’m not sure I do.” “Watch it.” He sinks his teeth into my bottom lip and pulls. “You’re provoking me.” “Is it working?” I moan as he hits that spot again. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
