Connor's Claim (Body Count, #2)

by Jolie Vines

If this is modern-day dating, maybe I should be the one laying traps and readying the duct tape.”

“Spy, detective, stalker, the CEO of all things feral and chaotic. I’ll get business cards made.”

I stopped. Drew my gaze around to be sure I had everyone’s attention. “Listen up,” I shouted. Then I turned us to show Everly’s face. “Mine. Do ye hear me? Fucking mine.”

“I own ye now. Just as ye own me. I’ll defend your life with mine and give ye everything ye want. A home, my last name, the blood of anyone who hurts ye. I’ll fucking knock ye up, too. As many times as we want.”

“This is me. The rawest form. I stalk the stalkers. I eviscerate the men who hurt. I don’t have the same limits others do, and that includes with ye.” “You’d never harm me.” “Never,” I vowed. “I’ll never let ye go either.”

“Your body is so beautiful. You’re perfect, Everly. I need ye to know that because what I’m going to do next is going to be disrespectful as fuck.”

“I’m so fucking proud of ye. Also, I want ye pregnant fast, so if ye thought I was on ye before, that’s nothing to what I’m going to be like now.”