Every word stabbed like a knife straight to my chest.
"So now it's my fault?" She wiped at her tears, voice dripping with sarcasm. "What do you want? Me to just take the humiliation? Or lie back and let you have your way? Tell me, what the fuck do you want?!"
"I want you to shut up."
I crushed my lips against hers. She struggled hard, but I reclined the seat flat, pinning her under me. I found the zipper at her waist, yanked it down, and shoved my hand inside, rough over her skin.
"Mmm... let go... Kholod... you!"
She fought, but my kiss muffled her words into nonsense.
I didn't say a thing, just worked on stripping her dress, easing off her lips to let her breathe.
She gasped and looked at me. "What the hell's wrong with you?!"
"Nothing's wrong."
I leaned down, my fingers hooking the delicate crystal clasp by her zipper.
"I just want you to understand one thing."
"No—"
"You're mine."
With a tug, the dress slipped from her chest, exposing her breasts and the pasties covering them. I ripped those off and tossed them aside, staring at the tattoo near her nipple with my name etched in. The rage strangely calmed—that mark made her mine.
"Kholod Morozov! You bastard! Pervert! You—"
I dipped my head and sealed her curses with another kiss.
She thrashed wildly, trying to bite me. I bit her lower lip instead, grinding my teeth until I tasted blood.
"You like biting so much?" she gasped, eyes blazing with fury.
"Yeah," I admitted. "Especially you."
I yanked the dress off, leaving her in that tiny thong and those long legs bare under the garage lights. Every inch of her skin glowed, exposed and flawless. The seatbelt still held her down, trapping her across the chest and stomach—god, the sight made me want to make her scream.
"Look at this," my fingertips traced the tattoo. "You can't escape."
"I know," she said, suddenly calm. "I've known for a while."
That dead submission pissed me off more than fighting.
"Don't look at me like that."
"Then how?" she shot back. "Like Isabella, all adoring? Like some socialite, envious? Kholod, what do you really want?"
"I want your eyes only on me."
The words hung there, stunning us both.
Noelle stared.
"What?"
"Shut up." I clamped my hand over her mouth, cutting off any questions. No chance for her to push.
