“I’ll tell you one more time, conejita.”

Jake growled at you, trying to get his grip on you even if you tried to pull your wrist off.

It’s all because you’re risking yourself to save him from the attack—you make yourself hurt, and Jake’s now furious over the fact that you’re hurt because of him.

“Stop struggling,” He pulled you closer, hot breath against your cheeks. “Or I’ll make you.”