  &quot;Over something like this, Emma, I'll literally rip heads off.&quot; He snaps at me, pure fury in those normally calm eyes and I lose my courage, his voice is venom. I flinch in fright as his hand grips my wrist harder. The inner fear of male aggression takes over, I reach up with my free hand and snatch back my underwear, hauling my hand free and shout at him impulsively.
      &quot;You've a goddamn nerve! With the amount of conquests, you've had? … It was you! Jackass!&quot; I snap and turn on my heel to storm away, tears instantly pricking my eyes. From our happy morning to this, I don't even know how we got here. I feel like bawling.
      I should never play games with Jake; I learned a long time ago that it only ignites this side of him. Even before I was his, when I was just PA Emma, I saw this side of him when I tried to get a rise from him. Jake likes to be the one to in

  Jake pushes the cream cannelloni into my mouth, almost choking me with the amount he's picked up from the plate. I struggle to push him away, stifling a giggle but he tries to ram it in further, close to choking me. I lift my hand and push him off, taking half out of my mouth and dropping it on the napkin in front of me, attempting to chew what's already there. He stuffs some into his own mouth, seemingly oblivious to what he's done to me.
      &quot;What is this deal you have with ramming food in my mouth?&quot; I finally say, shoving his shoulder playfully. He leans around attempting another go at pushing more into my mouth, but I turn away. &quot;Jake!&quot; I scold, pushing his hand back, he shrugs redirecting it into his own mouth instead.
      &quot;Feeding you is part of taking care of you.&quot; He smiles but I only look at him with disbelief.
      &quot;There's feeding some

  I giggle as Jake finally releases me from his arms in the changing cubicle, shaking my head at him in disbelief. My face must match the color of the dress I'm trying to retrieve from the floor. His eyes dark and wicked, buttoning up his shirt with a huge grin on his face as I try my hardest to get dressed without being knocked into the narrow walls, it's so cramped in here.
      I can't believe he managed to get me naked and have sex without knocking the feeble walls down.
      &quot;Was this your plan from the word go? Claiming to need me in the changing room to admire your shirt choices.&quot; I dart up at him while trying to get my bra straps on untwisted, he drops his shirt and instead straightens the strap on my shoulder, reaching behind me to help straighten it. He answers with a wolfish grin, dimples on display.
      Why am I even surprised by this? I should have known the se

&quot;Over something like this, Emma, I'll literally rip heads off.&quot; He snaps at me, pure fury in those normally calm eyes and I lose my courage, his voice is venom. I flinch in fright as his hand grips my wrist harder. The inner fear of male aggression takes over, I reach up with my free hand and snatch back my underwear, hauling my hand free and shout at him impulsively.
      &quot;You've a goddamn nerve! With the amount of conquests, you've had? … It was you! Jackass!&quot; I snap and turn on my heel to storm away, tears instantly pricking my eyes. From our happy morning to this, I don't even know how we got here. I feel like bawling.
      I should never play games with Jake; I learned a long time ago that it only ignites this side of him. Even before I was his, when I was just PA Emma, I saw this side of him when I tried to get a rise from him. Jake likes to be the one to initiate and control games on his terms, but when it swings back at him, he instantly goes into death 

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