“I am very possessive,” Riot murmured in a low voice, dripping with sin. “That doesn’t mean I want to tell you how to dress. It means I want you to wear my clothes just because you want to. It means I want my name tattooed on your skin. It means I want to run next to you and tell anyone who looks at you to fuck off. Unfortunately, those aren’t options for us,” he added irritably, though it sort of sounded like he said for now under his breath.
