All I Need (The Knights, #1)

by E. Salvador

“Whenever you look in the mirror, I want you to look at this and remind yourself who owns you,” he gravely murmurs against the spot. “Remind yourself that you’re fucking mine.” My breath hitches when our eyes connect because the whiskey color in his irises darkens into two pools of molten amber.

He grips my chin with his thumb and forefinger and moves my head up and down. “Say yes, TJ.” Oh God, why is that so hot? “Yes, TJ,” I breathe.