“You’re mine, Claire Davis.” He growls the words into my mouth possessively, almost angrily, with his hand still wrapped around my throat. “Do you understand what I’m saying? You’re mine.” I nod and take his lips again. I understand. I don’t think he does, though. Not the true extent of it. He might mean I’m his right now, but my heart will be his forever. Checkmate, Jonah Hendrix. You’ve won.
