Chapter 48 Be A Good Boy
- Anger pickles along my skin as my hackles rise. I did not like the tone of his deep roar. I fall deathly still, and I know Arson can see the cold, calm look in my eyes as his eyes plead with me. Begging me not to do what I’m about to do. It’s the same look I had when I had him by the dick, making certain every person at the university understood that his body is mine alone along with the Chaos Boys.
- I’m possessive of what’s mine and I’ll be damn if I follow another one of MY men’s orders when comes to each of them.