“Then move, asshole!” “Make me, Trouble.” “Ugh!” I grumble, grabbing his hand and trying to pry it off the door. “You’re so infuriating.” In an instant, he grabs my hand, pinching my fingers together so tightly, I fear one will break. “Quit it. You’re hurting me.” I try to pull away to no avail because he only strengthens his hold. "I’ll let you go…for now. But when you come back, I’ll have you begging on your knees for mercy.”
