I slide my tongue over the seam of his lips playfully, pulling back when he growls. “If I’m yours, then I’m Vinny’s and Beckham’s as well… And you’re far too possessive to let me have my cake and eat it too. So I can’t be yours.” He growls again as he presses forward, biting my bottom lip painfully. I hiss as he pulls off, but he just flicks his dark eyes to mine. “You’ll be mine if I fucking say you’re mine.”
