“Kohl,” she breathed when she realized the letter I was carving right over my heart. Satisfaction burst in my chest when I saw the way her gaze darkened. The carving hurt like a bitch. But seeing how she looked at me as I branded myself as hers made it so worth it that I barely noticed the lingering ache. “Have this be your proof, Victoria,” I said with a wicked grin. “Proof that my body—my life—is yours. It always has been and forever will be. Use me how you see fit. Whether that’s to win the game or throw to me away. Just say the words.”
