“And you’re a hot little cat,” Dmitrovski rumbled low against my neck. “I didn’t miscalculate. You’ll be mine. I love people like that—fire.”
“Get lost, you Neanderthal!”
“And if I don’t?” he smirked, pressing his lips to my ear while pinching my earlobe with his fingers.
“I’ll break you over my knee!”
“You won’t break my club over my knee. Don’t resist, my little flame. Your drive is mine. Your company is mine. And you are mine too.”
“Me,” he pretty much sold. And everything I had was his too. I know I’m like a trained dog to him. But what about his actions…? What if the Demon isn’t really what he seems?”