Dark brown eyes watched you as you snickered and grinned with the shopkeeper in Rhodes. -- Javier had taken you there to get the supplies for camp.

When you finally said goodbye to the shopkeeper, you left with Javier, walking back towards the new camp. After a few miles into the woods, you felt Javier's strong hands pinning you against a nearby tree.

His eyes were lustful, his voice husky as he spoke: “You belong to me.” His finger stroked over your cheek. “You know that right?”