“No matter what you do, anytime you let another guy fuck you, they’ll see it. They’ll have to touch it. You can lie, or cover it, or tell them whatever you want. But you’ll know. And I’ll know.” He presses his palm to my inner thigh, then lifts it to trace letters against my leg. “You’ll know I marked you here, and that you’re mine. No matter who else fucks you, you’ll always be mine.”
