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He tilts his head, daring me to say his name out loud. “Do you recognize me now, wife?”
“If you won’t wear my ring, I’ll tattoo one onto your finger. It’s your choice, Sofiya. But one way or another, no one will question who you belong to.”
I marked her because I wanted to and because the thought of her belonging to anyone else is like a stab to the gut.
“I’m taking my wife shopping.” The silence on the other end is thick. I imagine him blinking at the phone, his brain short-circuiting.
“I’m just saying. I’ve known you for a good part of my life, Niko, and I’ve never seen you like this.” “Like what?” She narrows her eyes in thought. “Like all touch-her-and-die and I’ll-burn-down-the-world-for-my-woman alpha male.”
“Oh, sweet wife, you have no idea what you do to me. Your smell, your skin, the sound of your goddamn voice haunts me. It’s like every sweet inch of you was made to drive me insane. Now I’m going to need you to hold on tight because I’m about to fuck you so hard, you’ll feel me for days.”
“I have something for you. A gift.” I grin. “What kind of gift?” “I bought you a dance school.”
“Where are we going?” I ask, unable to hide the tremor in my voice. “To show you what happens when you act like a brat, wife.”
“I’m ready. My home for a long time, I hope.” My lungs constrict, and I brush the hair from her face. “It was always yours, Sofiya. My home, my heart, my soul—they belong to you and always have. As long as I have you, I’ll never need anything else.”
