“You want me to believe I’m better than all the men and women you fucked your way through?” “They were only physical. They meant nothing.” “And I do?” “Baby, you mean fucking everything.” My heart does that violent thud again and I’d swear he can feel it against his chest, but I don’t care enough to pull away from him. I tease my fingers over his new tattoo, a sense of raging possessiveness engulfing me. “Good. Because you’re my property, Niko. You have the ink to prove it.” “And you are mine,” he breathes out with the same intense possessiveness.
