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“Your first time should be with someone who will revere you,” I murmur, popping in some detergent and then pressing start. “Someone who will make your toes curl and your eyes roll so far back in your head that you’ll see white.” I’m still facing the sink. I can’t face her while I say this, but she needs to hear it. “Someone who will make you wonder what the fuck you’ve been missing out on. Not some guy at a party. Not in some random bedroom in a house you’ve never been to. Somewhere meaningful—with someone who will treat you like a seven-course meal.”
“But… I guess I’m trying to understand what’s in it for you. You’re going to teach me and give me pleasure. You say you’re going to give me everything I want. But what about you? What do you get out of all of this?” Chase stops walking, and I realize a few paces too late. I turn around to find him watching me with an incredulous expression. “Do you really not understand?” he asks. The way he asks is not mean, or cruel, or condescending. It’s more… disbelieving. “What do I get, Parker?” He steps closer. “I get you.”
I follow his gaze, seeing the telltale ‘R’ of his signet ring forming a purple bruise below my hip bone, almost on my inner thigh. I hear him emit a low growl as he traces a finger over it, and then he looks back up at me. Something greedy and covetous passes over his expression. “You’re mine,” he growls. I notice he doesn’t say today, or for the duration of this scene, or even this week. His.
Juliet fucking Parker. Calling my bluff, pushing my boundaries… she’s not fucking messing around. She found a crack and took a hammer to it, breaking straight on through to a place I haven’t ever let anyone else before. And while she might be happy about it, I know she’s in a dangerous place now. I hoard the things I cherish—my job, my brothers, Jax… and now her. I know myself well enough to know that I won’t ever—can’t ever—let her go.
Ravage means to consume… but Juliet has consumed me.
I’m suddenly insatiable. Like I’ve given myself permission to have what I’ve always craved the most. Whatever the fuck happened earlier today cracked me right the fuck open, and now I’m contemplating ways to keep her all to myself.
“I’m not a fool, nor is this a casual fling. I meant it when I said you were mine.” Fuck. “But the contract—” “Fuck the contract,” he growls. “We need to discuss a permanent one anyway.”
He may have been your first, Juliet, but I intend to be your last.
I know her. It hits me then that perhaps I’ve been right for her all along. That pushing her away only delayed the inevitable. We were two sparks circling each other for years, waiting for the blaze to peter out. Instead, we became engulfed in the flames.
Maybe if I let go of everything I think should happen, I can give her exactly what she needs now. Someone to treat her like a goddamn seven-course meal: check. Someone who will love her with every cell in their body: check. Someone willing to live in her house until the day she decided to sell it: check. I’d live in that goddamn house for the rest of my life if it meant I could wake up with her next to me.
“Parker,” he growls, and my eyes snap open. “Stop overthinking things. I’ve been waiting eight years for you. To love you. Don’t you think it’s about time someone did it properly?”
“My heart,” he adds, his voice softer. “You hold my heart in your hands, so please be gentle.” Fuck. Me.
