Sarah's been intrigued by paranormal activity her whole life. Now she was about to live it. "It's yours, huh? I don't think that's what I wanted you to say," He abruptly lets go of my hair and brings his hand up much higher before bringing it down and roughly rubbing my ass so that it'd jiggle in his open palm, causing me to struggle against his death grip to my own grave disappointment. "So right now, you're gonna repeat it. But this time, I want you to tell me that you're mine. You can do that, yeah?" (Cover for the time being sucks. Will make a better one when I've got time.) (this is not a deserted book. please don't let the low number of chapters scare you away)