Endgame Lovers

"So you don't believe two people could be endgame, even if they shouldn't be together?" I say, dryly as his tongue rolls over that beautiful pink bottom lip, moisturizing them with his saliva. Those damning brown eyes draw deliciously over my body as our eyes finally lock with one another. I can feel the heat and hesitation build up in my stomach, eager for a response, hoping there could be some sort of reassurance between us. I readjust the way I sit as my naked body is against the sticky leather of the furniture, I arch my back so my neck is exposed and my chest is in the air. I know he wants to do things to me, unspeakable things. But who am I to tell him no? He runs his hand over his face pulling his facial hair at the end of his chin, drink still in hand he hovers over my body his tall toned body drawing a shadow over me. His hand slips around my neck smoothly like a snake, as he tightens his grip pulling me close. He bends down a bit to kiss the nook of my neck before I felt the coolness of ice, I gasp as he begins to choke me.
"You're mine now and that is all that matters, amor. This" he pulls my legs apart viciously and touches the wetness that he's created down there. "this is all mine, and don't fucking forget it. That's endgame." He mutters against my chest making me ache in all the right places.