“Damn it, you—!”
The girl sprang aside like a rabid cat. And on my palm her teeth marks proudly remained.
Seriously? Biting?
— I’ll never marry you, do you hear? — she screamed.
— I’m your king, baby! Come here!
I grabbed her by the hand and yanked her toward me. She wanted to ignite me? Damn it? Provoking?
Well now, you’ll see!