“Get used to those hickeys, sweetheart. From now on, they’ll be a permanent fixture. And don’t you dare try to hide them.” A storm of moisture gathered at the bend of my eyes. The carnality of his statement, in the form of a threat, was better than any flower bouquet or words of devotion. I wanted Clint wild-eyed for me. Crazed with horniness and jealousy. I wanted him to take and take until I was a tiny, invisible speck because he’d inhaled every drop of me. I wanted him to fucking shackle and vanquish and own me. I wanted him that far gone. I wanted him strapped to the seat next to me. I
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