“I don’t even know who you are,” I replied evenly. A low, guttural rumble came from the back of his throat, his fingers leaving marks on my skin from how hard he shoved them into me. “I’m the man who isn’t letting you get away.” he roared against my skin. “I’m the same man who’s loved you, protected you….” “Lied to me, kept secrets from me, used me,” I interrupted.
