MARSHALL
I stepped closer again, grabbed a fistful of hair behind her head, pulling hard until she let out a pained cry.
I yanked it even harder and jerked her toward my thighs.
"You don't listen, do you?"
I gave her cheeks light slaps that were more of pats. If I had to really hit her, there was no doubt there would be blood running down her chin.
"I told you not to f*****g cry. It is not your place."
"Marshall—"
"What about that was not clear, Solayne?"
"I'm sorry..."
"You really want to cry?" With my free hand, I ripped the upper part of the PJ top she had on. "Maybe I should do something to help." I proceeded to tear it even further until it was completely off her body, her chest exposed.
Her eyes were wet with panic. "Wait—"
I slapped her breast. Hard.
She squirmed on her
