“It didn’t bother you the first time we fucked,” I barb. “You weren’t mine then.” “I’m not yours now.” Holding me tight he leaves the bedroom, strides into the living room and lowers me to sit on the kitchen counter. Ripping the towel from around me, he throws it in the direction of the bathroom, then cages me in, his hands resting on the counter on either side of me. “Listen up, Peaches. You are mine. There’s no negotiating, no bullshit boyfriend and girlfriend crap, I’m too old for that shit. We’re together, so you don’t touch other guys, you don’t date, flirt, or encourage anyone and I do
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