I scoff, baffled at why the hell he’s acting like he gives a shit.
“Whatever. You don’t have much room to talk anyway.”
He turns that glower to me, and I shift. He's seriously scary.
“Come again?” he challenges.
“Well, did you not fuck me while actively drowning me? You’re going to act like there isn’t something wrong with that?”
A dimple begins to appear in his cheek, and I swear to God, if the fucker actually smiles right now, I’m going to kill him.
“You’re right,” he concedes, pausing a beat before saying, “and I’d do it again. I’m the only one allowed to touch you, bella ladra, and I’m the only one who will cause you pain. Capito?”