Once You're Mine (Possessing Her, #1)

by Morgan Bridges

“When it comes to your wellbeing, there are no limits on what I’d do to keep you safe.”

“Come here,” I say, my voice gruff because of the sexual frustration pricking at me. Calista slides over and presses her body to my side. I nearly fucking sigh because of how much I love the feel of her. Instead, I snake my arm around her back and place my hand on her hip, my grip secure.

“You’ve been a mystery to me from the moment I first saw you. I’ve spent weeks trying to understand why you’re different than the rest and why you matter when I don’t give a fuck about anyone else.”

“I've never felt this loss of control, this all-consuming need for someone.” His hand flexes against my hip, a sense of urgency in his fingertips. “I can’t let you go now that you're here. If I did, it’d be like removing my lungs. I wouldn’t fucking survive it.”

“I know you think I only wish to possess you,” he whispers against my hair, “but I want to protect you. To avenge you. And I will, even if it takes the rest of my life. I won’t stop until justice has been served by my hands.”

After gathering my bearings, I slide from the bed, my gaze landing on the neatly folded clothing sitting on the nightstand. Alongside it is a hand-written note from Hayden. I wish I could’ve been here to see how you look with the morning sun kissing your face, but I had a court case that I can’t ignore. These clothes are the first sample of your new wardrobe. If they are satisfactory, then I’ll continue filling the closet. If not, then I’ll see to the changes this evening. As for today, I want you to stay home and rest. I already notified your boss at the Sugar Cube that you’re taking the day off. Lastly, text me once you finish reading this. ~Hayden

A hard lesson I learned from my father’s death is that you can’t depend on a man to provide everything in your life. Because if they’re suddenly gone, you’re screwed.