“Cover yourself. From now on, no one gets to see this pussy but me. That clear to you?” “Not even my esthetician?” I quip. “Well, unless they have a desire of having their bleeding guts shoved down their throats, Little Swan, then no; no, they cannot.” “Is this your way of staking your claim, then – using threat and pleasure to bind me to you?” I question. Dorran smirks in a way that could make even Lucifer tremble. He grabs my chin and kisses me once,
