He pushes the tip inside and my muscles clamp down, desperately trying to suck him deeper, but he holds still. “Who do you belong to, Hellion?” His thumb presses hard against my healing wound as he says the words, sending a bolt of pain through me. I growl, still not wanting to say the words. “Say it, or I’ll walk out right now.” I glance at the door, and he pulls back. My panic forces my lips to move before my brain has had a chance to make a decision. “No, no. Don’t. I’m yours. Yours, okay?”
