“I’ve been training you to take my cock the way I like. To suck it down your throat and to keep going even when you’re gagging. To follow my rules, to listen to me, to finally fucking trust me. I’ve been training you to be mine. No one else’s.” He shook his head, scowling. “I want to kill every bastard who looks at you. You think I’d let someone else touch you? Touch what’s mine?” His tone was sharp, its edge lethal. “Do you want to know what happens to someone who touches you, Juliet?”
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