"You can't do this," I cry out, trying to pry his hands off me.
"Don't cry, angel. You can easily fix this. All you have to say is that you're mine, and you'll have a great life." He wipes away my tears and says, "I'm the only man who'll get the chance to make love to you, touch you, kiss you, and worship you. I want to consume every thought in your mind. I want to be the only person you think about every day. I want you to feel lonely when I'm not around, as you beg me to please you.” He adds in a dangerous whisper against my ear, then bites my earlobe.
He inches closer, closing the space between us. "I want you....," he declares, his pupils dilating, "in every way."
"Why?" I sobbed quietly.
"Because you belong to me, I own you," he said, tucking a strain of my hair behind my ear.
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