He dropped his glass with a thud, and a choked gasp escaped me when he wrapped his claim around my throat, capturing me in his way. He leaned in closer, his voice a purr of dominance. “You have a keeper, Babygirl. You are kept. Owned. Claimed. Mine.” His voice lowered even more, and as I melted into my chair, he released me just as suddenly, retrieving his drink once more. “And don’t you ever forget it.”
