FIORELLA’S POV
My eyes widened in surprise as the warm liquid filled my mouth, and a low, unwanted ache settled deep inside at the way he degraded me.
He leaned back, still holding my jaw. “Swallow.”
I swallowed with my mouth still open, unable to shake off his grip.
He let go of my jaw and tapped my cheek with his index and middle finger twice. “I forgot to be gentle.”
I rolled my jaw, feeling a slight ache. “What the f**k is wrong with you? You just spat your drink into my mouth.”
“Relax, doll,” he murmured. “I gave you a choice to take it yourself, but you refused.”
“Are—”
He cupped my face and pulled me closer, cutting the rest of my words, his fingers stroking my cheek with unsettling tenderness.
“This is what you like, isn’t it?” he murmured.
I didn’t get the chance to re
