Chapter 152
I closed my eyes, my body trembling slightly.
Jonathan held me like a wall of steel, his arms locked around me so tightly there was no way to move, no way to breathe freely.
I wanted to fight back, but where would I even run?
Was I out of my mind back then? Why did I ever mess with a man like this?
Even if he didn’t love me, he still wouldn’t let me go. It was like he thought I belonged to him.
“What are you, a dog? Gotta piss on things to mark your territory?”
I couldn’t hold it in anymore–I snapped. “Jonathan, I don’t love you anymore! I don’t feel anything for you! I’m not going to follow you around like I used to, so why can’t you just let me go?”
“Don’t love me? Do you think just saying it makes it true?”
He cut me off like I hadn’t said a single thing that mattered.
His hands stayed firmly on my shoulders, keeping me pinned in place.
For a moment, he stared at me like he was thinking something over. “You’re right. There’s no mark of mine on you.”
He leaned in, close to my ear, breathing me in. “If you were covered in my marks, no one would dare look at you again.”
My eyes widened. “Are you insane? You really do think you need to mark your territory! What’s next–you want to brand me? Why not just make me get a tattoo of your name while you’re at it?”
The moment the words left my mouth, his whole body went rigid.
in his-
His expression darkened in an instant. He stared at me with something unreadable eyes, like he was seriously considering it.
I froze, stunned. Did I say something wrong just now? Was he actually thinking about it?
No–no way. There was absolutely no way I’d ever do something like that.
11
I never liked tattoos. Sure, some of the prettier ones could look nice, but they were hard to get rid
It was like getting a haircut, except you’d be stuck with the same hairstyle for the rest of your life.
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