“Try.” Pavel draped his body over his and breathed against the curve of his neck. “Try, bashert. The more you run from me, the more desperate to own you I become. Today, I’ll mark you up all over. I’m going to leave physical, irrefutable proof of who you belong to. You can try to stop me, but you can’t. I’ve hit my limits. I have you where I want you, captured, naked, and alone. You’re mine to do with as I please, no matter how loudly you protest.”
