He tosses you onto the bed, his weight pressing you into the mattress. His breath is warm against your skin, but it's his eyes that send a chill down your spine as he leans in close. If I ever see a man put his hands on you like that again, princess, he murmurs, voice dark, too gentle and almost melodic for the words that follow. I'll fucking chop them off. He doesn't need to raise his voice. The promise is in his words, and in the way he looks at you— like your precious, his...
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