He further deepened his tongue into her mouth and then slid out, releasing it with a soft, wet sound.
"You idiot!"
Her breath grew louder.
"I hate you!"
Her eyes burned with fury as she raised her hands and pounded against his chest.
"Die ! Die! Die!"
He seized both her wrists, his chest heaving as his temper flared.
"How many times do I have to make it clear to you?" His voice dropped into a dangerous growl. "You're mine."
He released her hands.
His gaze remained dark, his jaw clenched as though he were struggling to contain the storm raging inside him.
"I literally bought you," he glared at her, "so you're my toy; I get to do with you whatever I please."
SMACK!
Her palm collided with his cheek with every ounce of her strength she possessed.
Manson's head snapped to the side.
For a moment the restroom fell completely silent. Her breathing grew heavier, and tears burned behind her eyes.
"I HATE YOU!"
She spun around and raced out of the restroom.
"Fiona!"
