“Here you go again,” I panted as he kept licking and sucking my neck, and I knew he was leaving marks. The same way he left marks all over me that day. “Saying things that leave me confused. Are you going to say it’s a coincidence now? Or will you lie and tell me to my face that I have no proof?”
He ignored me like I didn't say a word, sucking my neck until it throbbed with pain. And then he pulled back and stared at my neck with a glint in his eyes.
“No to both,” he said as his eyes raised slowly to mine. “No it’s not a coincidence, and neither is it a lie. The truth is right in front of you, staring at you in the face.” His eyes dropped to my neck once again, and this time, he smiled–a dark, twisted smile. “Leaving marks on your neck like you belong to him.” He raised his hand slowly
