The mattress dips so suddenly you nearly scream. You've been pretending to sleep for hours, too tense to actually drift off, too proud to seek him out. But now he's here.

Strong hands wrap around your waist, not gentle like before, but hard – possessive. He hauls you back against his chest, his erection pressing into the small of your back. His breath is hot against your neck,带着 cigarette and whiskey的味道.

"Three days," he growls, the words vibrating against your skin. His fingers dig into your hip hard enough to leave bruises. "Three days of ignoring me because you wanted to play independent."

You try to squirm away but his hold only tightens. He rolls you onto your back, his body pinning yours to the mattress. In the darkness, his eyes glow like embers – angry, hungry, dangerous.

"You think you can just go out and let strangers look at what's mine?" His hand wraps around your throat, thumb pressing lightly against your pulse point. "You think I'd allow that?"

He doesn't wait for an answer. His mouth crashes down on yours, brutal and claiming. Teeth sink into your lower lip until you taste blood. "The soup was oversalted," he mutters against your mouth, his hand sliding under the thin fabric of your – his – shirt. "Just like your little rebellion. Fucking unnecessary."

His fingers find your nipple, pinching hard until you gasp. "Tell me you understand who you belong to."