Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“Fuck you!”
He grabbed the back of my neck, fisting my hair. “A dog is
a dog and a bitch is a bitch,” he bit out. “Neither of you is very
much use to the world, so I don’t care either way.”
I planted my hands on his chest, trying to pull away.
Mikhail.
No.
“Beg me,” Damon taunted. “Beg. Just whisper it. Just say
please.”
He couldn’t take my dog from me. What was he going to
do to him?
My face started to crack as I thought about Mikhail, and I
wouldn’t know where he was or if he was okay. If he was
hungry… Would Damon take him away?
Damon kneaded my scalp, still gripping my hair. “Whisper
it,” he said, his breathing turning ragged. “Whisper it like I did
your name the morning they found me in your bed and
arrested me, Winter. That’s all I want to hear. A little whisper.”
His hand shook where he held me, and my stomach
knotted so hard, I was in pain. Please stop. Don’t do this.
“Killing him would probably be more merciful than giving
him to my father,” Damon added. “He’s not good with dogs
—”
“Please,” I burst out, a tear falling. “Please just give me the
dog back.”
“On your knees,” he ordered.
I closed my eyes.
GGoddamn him. He knew exactly what to do. Every time.
I wanted to rip him apart.
I hate him.
But slowly, I lowered.