room to talk anyway.” He turns that glower to me, and I shift. He's seriously scary. “Come again?” he challenges. “Well, did you not fuck me while actively drowning me? You’re going to act like there isn’t something wrong with that?” A dimple begins to appear in his cheek, and I swear to God, if the fucker actually smiles right now, I’m going to kill him. “You’re right,” he concedes, pausing a beat before saying, “and I’d do it again. I’m the only one allowed to touch you, bella ladra, and I’m the only one who will cause you pain. Capito?”
