Tension builds in my lower belly, the force and speed and sheer intensity, creating a desire I didn’t know existed. “You’re mine,” he mutters against my lips. “Say it.” “I’m yours,” I choke out, the words lost as he punches the air out of me. “Don’t fuck with me, Story. Say it. Mean it.” We’re nose to nose. Something dark and fearful is in his eyes. “You’re mine.” I wrap my hands around his neck and tug at his hair. “I’m yours,” I say with ferocity. “I’m your Lady and you’re my Lords. I belong to you; body, mind, and soul.”
