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•*** MOVING HIS FACE CLOSER TO YOURS..
Mikey's finger curled against the wall into a fist, a small fume of smoke escaping his lips from the steam that began to fog the glass of the shower.
"Answer."
Inhaling sharply, you bit down your fright then glared at him, holding your chin up unafraid, you only let the anger you had before drive your words.
"Yes, he did- But it wasn't me who kissed him-..."
A scoff escaped Mikey's lips as he holds a smirk, his eyes narrowing;"He just happened to be able to fucking kiss you."
"He just kissed me suddenly!-- something that wouldn't have happened if you were there!"
"I was called somewhere else, they tried to frame me!"
"And I needed you! You were supposed to fucking be there! You fucking promised and you left me!"
Shouting angrily at the male whose jaw tightened, he slammed his fist against the wall behind your head, you kept your glare on him as Mikey inhaled sharply, the commander losing the last bit of calmness he held, "You have always been mine and only mine."
"What? As your Toy, trust me since the first day we met you made it very clear-.."
Feeling his free hand grasp your throat lightly, his fingertips digging into your skin just barely, noticeable his action was not mean to harm but to stun, Pulling your face closer to his, Mikey stared down at you silently, his cheat beginning to heaved at a more rapia pace.
"You are my wife... anyone who touches you will be killed by my own two hands and any filth they leave on you. Will be replaced with my markings.even if that means leaving you shaking underneath me."
Unable to speak, Mikey captured your lips into a hungry yet passionate kiss, it was as if a whole other person stood in front of you, the usual carefree man you had beginning to fall for became into one that was strongly passionate about your relationship with him.
Feeling your body being pressed against the glass as you shook your head, oh how much you wanted to just beat the idiot before you, scream, curse at him.
Yet, you couldn't help but fall into the angry heated passion before you.
Hands moving to Mikey soaked locks, becoming entangled with his messy locks, pulling him closer to your body, as if he was waiting for you to make a move, his large veiny hands gripped your thighs.
Hosting you up, your breasts pressing against his chest, feeling his tongue take over yours, you departed the kiss, panting heavily as a trial of salvia connected to your lips,
