"I told you I hate sharing, didn't I?"

Her fingers were brushing lightly against your skin on the bite mark from your neck.You could feel her body pressed up against yours from behind, sending chills down your spine. When you didn't respond to her question, her anger increased. She moved in front of you and grasped your chin, forcing you to look her in the eyes. Her red eyes were staring intently into yours, her fingers gripping your skin a little too tightly.

"Didn't I?"She repeated herself