She tried to fight him off, struggling to free herself from his grasp, her hands pushing at his shoulders. He was stronger, but she wanted to gain the upper hand. When she was forced from her feet to the floor, she fell hard. Looking up at him, she scowled. “If your father knew what you were doing…” She didn’t finish her sentence for she really hadn’t a clue what Giovanni would do. Silver always got what he wanted. She tried to get back on her feet, but her legs hurt.
"Don’t. You. Dare. Call me a bitch, you insufferable little prick!"
“You are a bitch, my bitch. Frankly if my father knew he’d be recording us and showing it to all of the organization.” he snapped in pure fury. “What’s so wrong with you…? I always get what I want…? Or have you forgotten that detail?” he demanded. “I am a prick, I am your fucking worst nightmare.” he growled, fingers pressing into her throat, before he’d lift her, showing his strength now.
“You will submit to me…” he growled, biting her left ear, hard now. “Or I can abuse you until you can no longer walk, your choice.”