“You are mine,” he growls, stroking himself over the denim. “Aren’t you?” “Yes,” Sadie whispers. He groans. “Fucking right. If you risk what’s mine, I will punish you.” “I can’t go back.” “Then I’m going to hunt you down,” Ridge growls. He’s seething. “And I’m never going to let you out of my sight again, do you understand? I’m going to kill anyone who gets in my way. You’re mine. You’re staying mine.”
