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The deep, rich voice brushed my skin like black velvet and stopped me in my tracks. A shiver chased its wake, born of equal parts pleasure and warning. I recognized that voice.
If my thoughts were chaos, she was my anchor. They always went back to her.
Anxiety buzzed beneath my skin like a swarm of bees.
Everything will be fine. Everything is fine.
We’d progressed from the days when women couldn’t go anywhere or do anything without their husband’s approval, but the sad truth was our value was still tied to our ability to “land” a partner, at least in society’s eyes.
No wonder his name was Christian. He had a major god complex.
“Careful, Stella.” His low warning pulsed between my legs. “I’m not the gentleman you think I am.”
It was all so cordial I wanted to shoot someone just to liven things up.
If anyone touched a goddamn hair on her head…
Too bad I gave zero fucks about the law. Legality did not mean right, and illegality did not mean wrong. One only had to look at the fucked-up justice system to realize the law was nothing more than a house of cards, created to give its citizens a false sense of security and weakened by doorways open only to a select few.
That’s my girl.
She reached for her shampoo, but I stopped her before she made contact. “I’ll do it.”
I didn’t deserve to touch her, but I wanted her too much to care.
Fuck my life.
“Bad day at work?” I asked. “Or is morphing into a mercurial beast part of your nighttime routine?”
“I’m not a jealous man, Stella. I have never envied someone for what they have or who they’re with, and yet…” My fingers glided down to her wrist. “I’m jealous of every person you smile at.” A brush over her fingers. “Every laugh I don’t hear.” My touch dipped to her knee and made a slow, languorous journey up her thigh. “Every breeze that touches your skin and every sound that pours through your lips. It. Is. Maddening.”
I heard a chuckle, followed by a soft “Good girl.”
“I don’t want to see other women, and I sure as fuck don’t want you seeing other men.” Ice frosted the word men. “You belong with me. Exclusively. There is not a world or lifetime where that’s not true.”
You will always be my first, last, and only love.
Whiskey eyes. Warm murmurs. Leather and spice.
