“Who was that man you were talking to?” I don’t exactly mean for it to come out like an accusation, but it does anyway. There’s a hard edge to my voice, agitation still churning under my skin. “It’s none of your business,” Willow whispers back, keeping her gaze fixed straight ahead. “That’s not true.” Her scent invades my nostrils as I breathe her in, and it feels like a fucking drug. My voice drops low as I add, “Everything about you is my business. It became my business when you begged for my cock. When you let me put my mark on you.” She goes even more tense as she takes in those words, and
...more
