[If he was looking to prod at that part of her that was alpha, that part that kept her from going completely mental while being with Kilgrave, he'd done it. Jaw clenched, she moved to push up to her feet, a growl sliding out from her lips before she took in a deep, intentional whiff of him.

Jessica didn't do scared. She didn't do mewling complacency. She fought in whatever way she could, and right now, she was going to fight back by doing what she had a feeling he wouldn't expect.]

Maybe I'm not the one who should be worried about what the other person wants to do to them. You might be able to catch me. You might even be able to fuck me. But I can break you. Maybe I'll be the one to throw you down. Maybe I'll be the one making you scream my name. You might want to think about that, Owen. I am not some bitch to be taken.