Evelyn found herself being thrown over the bed in the room she had never visited before. She bounced on the bed for a few seconds before she opened her eyes and turned the glare towards him.
"What are you doing?" She hissed. "What the fuck, Salvatore?"
Salvatore forward and grabbed her ankle before pulling her towards him and then flipping her on her stomach to the bed.
A smack landed on her ass before she knew it, making her yelp.
"What the hell—'
"Language, Evelyn." He chided.
"You do worse things than this!" Evelyn was quick to point that out. "My language is the least of what you can do."
"Agreed," he wrapped her hair around his hand before tugging her close and making her arch her back. "But I don't want that mouth filth with anything else that does not belong to me. Understood?" He whispered before biting the shell of her ear.
Evelyn gasped loudly before she whimpered. It hurt, but it hurt so well.