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My mind whirls. “You didn’t? It’s not actually?”

“No, you’re not actually carved, no permanent damage inflicted. I just wanted to make you think I did.” He drags his index finger over each faint scratch. “If you decide that you want me, hellion, at ten minutes after midnight tomorrow, I want ‘Property of Adrian’ tattooed on your skin.”

His hand comes around my neck. He gently squeezes while grabbing a fistful of my hair.

“Understand?”

“Yes,” I try to swallow, but I can’t. My body is humming with the need for more of his touch.

We’ve spent so much of our lives being adversaries, but that’s how we communicate; that’s the game we play.

I’m drenched between my legs. I rub my breasts against his forearm. He chuckles and takes my right nipple between his thumb and index finger and twists.

“Ow!”

He kisses me until my lips feel bruised, then moves to the other nipple.

“I don’t want a tattoo,” I say, past the pain that he’s inflicting.

“No? Then I will have to do something else to make sure you permanently know you’re mine.” The timber of his voice sends shivers down my spine.

“Yes, Sir. Aren’t you going to fuck every part of me?”

Adrian pulls my hair until I’m standing on tiptoes. “You’re going to wish I didn’t. I am not done claiming you.”

My stomach rolls into a knot, but I meet his cool stare.

“Give it to me, Sir.”

16 ADRIAN

Her eyes blaze with desire so tangible I can almost taste it.

That haunted, hopeful expression on her face makes my cock so hard I could drill for oil.

She lifts her chin up as if daring me to take her, and that’s exactly what I do. I tangle my hand in her hair, pulling her to me, and slant my lips against hers, loving the feel of her lips.

I have never not wanted, needed this woman and tonight I’m going to drive home the point that I own her.

Since I saw her on that stage and then had her in that dressing room, Mckenna had been…weak.

But here, tonight? She’s all in, adding fire to the flame.

I groan at the taste of her, pure and sweet and all Mckenna, my taste buds craving her. The more I kiss her, the more I dominate her tongue with mine.

And because I can, I break off the kiss, still keeping my hand in her hair.

“Move, or I will drag you.”

She snickers but takes a step. Her hips drive against my hard cock. Tonight, I will treat her as if she is still my enemy, hostile ground to claim, but tomorrow, I will show her what it’s like being my queen.

“You like it rough, hellion? Why didn’t you say so earlier?” I speak the words against her ear as she tries to twist away from me. Still, with my hand fisted in her hair, I march her into the bedroom, pushing her onto the bed.

Her eyes are full of passion and rebellion, but she meets my gaze without blinking. “Yes, Sir.”

From my closet, I take out the implements I want to use on her, banging them together to raise her anticipation of what’s going to come. I want her to wonder.

“I want every hole of yours stuffed and filled. But I only have one cock.”

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