“The hell you will,” he snarled. “I’ll kill any man that touches you.” “You have no right,” I hissed back. “I don’t belong to you.” The muscles in his jaw popped. “That’s where you’re wrong. I fucked up. Massively. But I will earn your forgiveness one day, and you are mine. Always. No matter how much time or distance separates us.” Do you know what it means to be taken by me? It means you’re mine.
