““I don’t think I’ve made myself clear enough. So I’m spelling it out for you.” He ignored her squinting eyes and continued. “What we have is not a temporary hook up. You’re my woman. I take care of what’s mine. The roof over your head. What you eat. Hell, I’ll buy you all your fancy clothes and soap. I don’t want you to have too many options, like a row house you can retreat to when you’ve got something up your ass.” She sputtered at this, but he continued speaking over her. “When you’re horny and need some fucking—my tongue and my dick are your one and only option. I want to be your one and final option for everything you need. ~ Viktor to Marissa””