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“Disappoint?” he echoes. “I think I’ve been waiting my whole life to ravage your mouth like that. How am I supposed to let you go now?”
But he’s mine. A girlfriend isn’t going to change that. His antics toward me aren’t either. He’s always fucking been mine.
“I’ll swear to God, Margo, I have the urge to kill whoever touches you. I don’t give a flying fuck if they’re a friend, because all that matters is how I can possess you. My touch. My words. You’re mine.”
“You’ve always been mine,” he says against my lips. “This just fucking confirms it.”
