“Why do you hate it when I flirt with someone else?” “I’ve already told you.” He slides his hand up my throat and positions it right underneath my jaw in a highly possessive move. His eyes burn through my soul as he stares me down. “Because you’re mine.” I arch an eyebrow at him. “Your life slave?” “No. Mine. In every sense of the word.” A shudder of pleasure and forbidden desire ripples down my spine. The way he is looking at me right now is making me want to bare my whole soul to him. He sees me. All sides of me. He knows exactly what kind of person I am. Knows exactly what I can do. That I
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