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“You get under my skin. You play with my control,” he said, like he was accusing me.
“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you sitting there with those animals around you.”
When he spoke, his voice was dark, transformed, more a growl than actual voice. “Did he touch you?” I shook my head. “What the hell do you care?” “Don’t play games with me, little fox,” he said, closing his hand around my arm tightly. “Did. He. Touch you?”
“I want to tell you to watch your mouth, little fox,” he whispered. “But apparently, I like it dirty.” He leaned closer to me, never blinking those beautiful, stormy eyes. “I’ll ask you one more time—did he, or anyone in this town, touch you?”
“Because you’re mine, little fox. And nobody touches what’s mine. Do you understand that?”
“You look so damn delicious,” he whispered. “I want to fucking devour you.”
“I’ve developed an overwhelming need to worship you no matter what I tell myself or what the world outside looks like. I’ve tried staying away—it was impossible. And I can’t even begin to tell you how dangerous that is for me…” Slowly, his beautiful lips stretched into a wicked grin. “And I couldn’t care less,”
“Good. This is the only cock allowed in your mouth for the rest of your life, little fox,”
“Absolutely sure?” he said, a small smile curling his lips. “Because when I take you, when I make you mine, you can never be anybody else’s for as long as you live. Do you understand me?” He lowered me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. The weight of him pressed to my body felt incredible. “You will belong to me forever, little fox. Forever.”
“Down the road, I want you to carry my ring on your finger and my last name…” His hand moved down to my stomach, and he stretched his fingers over it. I held my breath. “I want you to carry our children, little fox.”
