“What the fuck did I tell you about begging?” he growled, his nails digging into my jaw, his eyes glowing. 

“You said not to,” I answered, holding his hand. I didn't pull it away from my jaw; I just caressed it, my eyes fixed on his. 

“Good thing your memory still works. So don't fucking beg.”

“I wouldn't have fucking begged if you had just fucked me, you piece of shit!” I shouted, my hand tightening on his. 

His nostrils flared and he ripped his hand ...