he snarled, his nose nearly touching mine. “I’m the reason you walk around in designer clothes, in my house, spending my money.”
Oxygen burned in my lungs as I fought against his grip, fingers clawing at his wrist.
“And you think you’re owed something?” His grip tightened, my vision blurring for a moment before his hold eased—just enough for me to gasp down a desperate breath.
I dragged air into my chest like a drowning woman, clutching my neck, my body trembling but my fury still alive. “You can buy me clothes, chain me to your mansion, but no matter how much you try to control me, I won’t break for you.”
Christian only smiled—dark, dangerous, unbothered. “That’s where you’re wrong, little wife,” he murmured, brushing a thumb over my bottom lip.
“Everyone breaks for me. Eventually.”
