As held you pinned against the hold, holding you from the back of your neck, your chest pressed against the wall, his mouth came closer to your ear as he whispered in his deep and rough voice, making your blood rush. “You do not speak to me that way, Little mouse.” His grip tightened around the back of your neck, his free hand sliding around your chest and waist. “You know it turns me on.” He spoke with a deep chuckle, a grin spreading across his face.