I lean into her, grabbing her arms as she tries to come at me again. I pin them behind her.
“I own you. I don’t need a fucking signature.” I groan in her ear, licking her neck, feeling her shiver in my grip.
“The document was signed this afternoon.” I move back to meet her eyes, and her mouth drops open. “Connor is very good at copying signatures.”
She shakes her head. “You are all insane,” she whispers.
“Probably.” I let her go and move back. My cock is throbbing, and I can’t wait to take her again.
“You know I trusted you.” She murmurs it without looking at me. Her hands are fists on her lap, her eyes wet, but no tears fall.
“And you need to keep trusting me.” I reach for her chin, but she moves away.
“All of this because of my virginity.” She shakes her head.
“What do you mean?” I lean down, trying to see her eyes.
“You think you own me because I’m untouched.” She finally looks up, and tears fall. “You think I’m this innocent trophy. How the big, bad mafia guy took my virginity and kept me locked in his mansion.”
I stare at her, my muscles tensing.
“Autumn, that’s not what this is.” I try to soften my voice but fail.
“It’s not? Then what is it?” She turns to face me fully.
I release a breath. I don’t want to lie, so I give her a half-truth.
“I liked you since Declan’s wedding.” She frowns at my words. “I tried to stay away, to respect your friendship with the Callaghans. Your work.”She tilts her head, confused. She really didn’t know I had my eye on her this entire time.
“I’m not your type.” Her voice is softer now.
“You keep saying that.” I smile. “What is my type, trouble?”
Her face flushes. “Tall, blonde, beautiful. Big lips. A gym body that fits perfectly in fancy dresses.”
Shit. She really thinks that.
I shake my head and reach for her chin. This time she doesn’t move away.
“My type is a strong, independent woman who will get me in trouble. I knew you were trouble the moment I saw you. I knew that if I ever tasted you, you would become a drug. I would get addicted, and now I can’t let you go.”
She’s staring at me, not moving or saying a word.
We pass through the gates, and Kaden parks the car. She lets out a breath and opens the door; I let her leave and head inside.
She needs time, and I will give it to her for now.
I shove open the door to her room. Steam billows from the bathroom like a veil, hot and mocking, hiding what’smine. It pisses me off. I lean against the doorframe, black suit crisp, arms crossed, waiting like a predator in the shadows.
The shower cuts off. She steps out, towel knotted loose at her chest, water beading on her collarbones, dripping down the swell of her breasts. Skin flushed pink from the heat.Fuck.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I growl, voice rough as gravel.
She jumps, hand snapping to clutch the towel. “Flynn.” The snap in her tone could cut glass. “Get out.”
“Why?” I prowl closer, slow, deliberate. “You’re my wife. I’ve seen every inch of this body. Tasted it.Markedit.” I raise my hand, the jewelledplug glinting between my fingers, bigger this time, cold steel and promise. Her eyes widen; she shakes her head, backing up until her ass hits the counter.
I’m on her in a heartbeat, caging her with my body, hands planting on either side of her hips. “Turn around.”
