“That's where you're wrong, fiancée. This body.” He squeezes my hips tighter, eliciting a squeak of protest from my lips. Okay, it's part raw fucking pleasure too. “This pussy.” He punctuates here with a sharp thrust, and a deep groan sounds in my throat. “All of you belongs to me. I may be gracious and share with the others. But don't mistake my kindness for anything other than that.”
