“Oh shit,” I hiss when his finger runs through my wetness, swirling in the cum he left inside me. “Open your legs for anyone else, and they’ll know your mine, Hellion. Mine,” he repeats, bending his finger and sending a wave of pleasure racing through me. Pulling his head back, he rips his finger from me and runs it over his initials, mixing my blood and his cum. It’s like some fucked-up satanic ritual, and my eyes are glued to the patch of my skin he’s touching.
