Not Mine
He let me go and moved a few steps back and ran his hand through his hair.
“In fact, I want to skin that asshole alive for even thinking about you!” He roared as he paused and looked at me.
“Listen to me and listen good, you are mine. And only I have the fucking right to think about you or even touch. You are mine to corrupt, dirty, and destroy. No one can look at you the way I do.” He declared and held my arms, shaking me.
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