“Is that a promise or a threat?” I tease. Without giving him a chance to respond, my lips spread into a smile and I lean towards him. Just before I press my lips back to his, though, he backs his head up and glares down at me. “Both,” he says. “If you kiss me again, then I have to tell you, that’s all the consent I’ll need—alcohol or not. I’ll fuck you until you think you’re going to break, Princess. Then I’ll fuck you until you do break.” “Why haven’t you?”
