He grinds against me again as his hand goes to my throat. “Do you want me to hurt you?” I rake my teeth over my bottom lip. “Maybe a little.” “I’ll give you as much pain and pleasure as you want, Little Star.” His hand squeezes around my throat, and little flashes of light explode in my vision like mini supernovas as he cuts off my oxygen. “And you’ll take it all, won’t you? Only from me. Because you’re mine.”
