ZAYLA

"Ziven..." I hissed, my voice whisper thin. "Let go of me."

He chuckled against my neck, then pulled back a bit. His breath still hot against my neck as he spoke. "And if I don't?" He rumbled, voice low, dark and husky.

It didn't cross my mind until now, so without thinking I voiced it out. My voice rough, and not as sharp as I'd intended it to be. "I'd really hit your injury... I'll hit it to reopen it all over again."

His mouth returned to my neck, wet. "I'd love to see you try, Zayla." He purred, the sound so sinful against my skin.

I struggled once...