He hissed, Shit, under his breath. It hurt, sharp and immediate, and I was left gasping and staring up at his face. I hit the floor like I'd told everybody else to do, though I put myself flat to the ground. I was afraid for a second what I'd done, but found that other than a perfect set of my own teeth marks, set like a bloody necklace on his skin, I hadn't bitten through to his pulse.
Studying it as if the secrets to the universe were somehow hidden in my eyes. It wasn't as much blood, and I didn't know why, because I really didn't understand what I was doing. It had been outrageous, but I couldn't let Jean-Claude be nicer to his kept man than I was to mine. He looked at me.
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