It was getting late when Lincoln towered over Tiffany's small figure. His eyes were burning at the sight of her chest covered in multiple hickeys of the man who she spent a week with. Unconsciously, the feeling of wanting to have her reserved only for him was growing stronger. Selfishness is the only word that can describe it all.
Just like tonight, he wanted no one to touch her but him. The little squeals and whines she was making should be because of him and not another person. He wanted to be her first but no. Somebody else's took that away from him.
And it's making him mad.
Lincoln harshly gripped Tiffany's wrist and pinned it right above her head. His free hand grasped her waist, almost bruising her delicate skin at how rough each touch was brushing against her body.