“He has your name, not me. He’s yours for life, while I’m still suitable for a husband,” I teased. Black gripped my face and turned my head toward him with aggression. The look in his eyes had grown cold. He slipped back into the person I met months ago. “Don’t fuckin’ try me, Brat. I stamped that pussy so good, I know it’s missing me, ‘cause I’m fa damn sho missing it. If you wanted my name, all you had to do was ask for it. I’ll give it to you with no problem. It’s not like I got use for the bitch anyway.”
