“I said stop.”
“You didn’t say a word.”
I huff. “I think I made it clear I don’t want you to touch me when I moved your hands away from my ass. So stop.”
“Sorry, baby. I won’t do it again.” He pulls me back into his arms and we sway together. But after a moment, his hands find their way back down my legs. I shove him back.
“I said stop. I’m done here.” I turn around and that’s when I run right into Marco.
It’s like déjà vu. The first time I snuck off to a club, I ran into Marco but it was pure coincidence. But this time… I don’t think that’s the case at all.
“Marco,” I gasp.
“You’re coming home with me. Right now.” He grabs my arm and pulls me away from Andre.
“I was dancing with her,” Andre complains.
“No. You were putting your hands on my wife,” Marco hisses.
Andre’s eyes widen. “I didn’t know she was married.”
“Just be lucky this is a public place.”
“What does that mean?”
Marco shoots a glare in Andre’s direction. It’s enough to stop anyone in their tracks. “Don’t touch my wife ever again.”
The possessiveness in Marco is frightening… but also a little exhilarating. I’ve never had a man fight for me before, who wasn’t my dad or brother. I can’t help but feel the tiniest tingle make its way through my body.
Marco holds my hand until we’re out of the club but the second the fresh air hits my face, he lets me go. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“I am a grown woman. I’m allowed to go to a club if I want.”
“And flirt with other men. I told you that you were mine. You’re not allowed to date anyone else.”
“I’m not allowed to date other men but I’m also not allowed to date you. You don’t want a life with me. I’m destined for loneliness. How is that supposed to make me feel?”
“You wanted me dead.”
“And then I didn’t,” I snap. “But right now, I’m reconsidering that. You’re trying to control my life the same way my dad and brother have.”
“You left the house to go to a club and dance with another man. How is that supposed to make me feel?”
“You want nothing to do with me. Does it matter?”
“It does matter. You are mine, Ciara. I will not let a man steal you away again.”
I stumble back. “Away again? What are you talking about?”
Marco shuts his eyes, shaking his head. “It’s nothing. A slip of the tongue. Let’s go home.”
“That’s not my home.”
“Your home is with me now.”
“God, why are you so frustrating and confusing?” I storm past him but he only follows right behind. “How did you find me anyway?”
“I heard you leave the house right away. And then I saw you take the car out so I followed you.”
