he looked at you possessively before grabbing you by the nape of your neck and pulling you closer to him, your lips a breath away. "You are mine. Only mine. Understand?" He gritted out and you nodded slowly. "Good. Because I'll fucking kill any man who lays his hand on you. On what's mine." He said and crashed his lips onto yours. He kissed you roughly and possessively, he made you know who you belonged to. And if anyone said otherwise, they'd have to deal with a bullet in their head.