It doesn’t seem likely, seeing as he has more trackers on every other person in the family, and he says he’s had feelings for me for years, but why can’t I find them?
I’m so distracted that I don’t hear the quiet footsteps until it’s too late.
Strong arms wrap around me, trapping me in place as warm breath whispers across my cheek.
“What are you looking for, Wildcat?” Colten asks, his voice soft and menacing.
I open my mouth to lie, but I think it’s pretty fucking clear what I’m doing, and at no point did it occur to me that I should come up with a story just in case I was caught.
He covers my hand on the mouse and guides it through several screens before a list appears. A really fucking long list.
“Was it this?” he murmurs, sending a shiver down my spine. “Were you looking for all the trackers I’ve had on you over the years?”
Again, I try to deny it, but he knows the truth. Lying would be a waste of both our time.
“Because there have been a lot, Wildcat. After you were taken in college, keeping you safe became my obsession, and I took that obsession very seriously.”
I should be scared.
Terrified even.
But I’m not.
Angry? Yes.
Scared? Not even a little bit.
Because throughout all of this, one thing has always rung true.
Colten would rather die than hurt me, and if the screen in front of me proves anything, it’s that.
“You had no right,” I say, my voice wavering.
One second, I’m facing the screen, the entries blurring together, and the next I’m perched on the edge of the desk, pinned by Colten’s large frame.
“I hadeveryright, Lexi. You are mine, and therefore it is my responsibility to keep you safe.”
“We’ve only been together a few weeks,” I whisper.
Colten’s hand wraps around my jaw, forcing me to look up into heated green eyes. “In case it wasn’t clear, Lexi, you’ve always been mine.”
I open my mouth to argue, but I’m cut off by his lips crashing down on mine.
He pours every ounce of emotion into the kiss, and I return it tenfold. My anger, my frustration, my love.
My emotions run wild, and I don’t know whether I should push him away or pull him closer. My body wins out, and my legswrap around his hips, holding him in place as I grind against his very hard cock.
“Such a greedy girl,” he growls between kisses, nipping at my bottom lip before soothing the pain away with his tongue.
I’ve never been kissed like this. Like if his lips left my body, he would cease to exist, and I’m starting to believe that that’s how much I mean to Colten.
I’m mad as hell, but I can’t question his undying loyalty.
I push against his chest, and to my surprise, he allows a breath of space between us. “How often did you use those trackers?”
“Every day.” There’s no hesitation in his answer. Lying to me doesn’t even seem to occur to him.
“Every day,” I breathe the word, like saying it out loud myself will change the insanity of it.
