Page 79 of It Must Be Fate

My immediate reaction was relief. Phoenix wouldn’t let anything happen to me, I was safe.

Then his eyes dragged slowly down to where Chambers’s hand still touched me and I watched the light in them shutter inreal time. His pupils expanded, his irises turning as deadly black as a shark’s.

When his gaze flicked back up to mine, all the humanity had gone from his eyes. Murder etched itself on every single feature of his handsome face, and my original relief was quickly replaced by trepidation at what would happen next.

The folder crashed to the ground with a resounding, ominousthud.

Phoenix stormed towards me, closing the distance between us in three furious steps. He never took his eyes off mine as he grabbed Chambers and wrenched him off me, ripping his shoulder clean out of his socket in one clinical, emotionless move.

He didn’t say a word. He didn’t look capable of it, letting his obvious fury speak for him instead.

Chambers howled in agony; howling that only grew louder and more acute as Phoenix dragged him across the floor and out of the conference room by his torn shoulder.

The second he was gone, I sagged against the table, grabbing onto the edges as I caught my breath and leveled out my racing heart rate.

I waited for my husband to come back, knowing that he would be beyond furious and agitated. Knowing that, like a caged animal, he would need the freedom to let his aggression out in some way.

But he never did.

Time ticked by and I eventually made my way back to my office and attempted to do some work.

I hadn’t heard from him since. The only thing I knew for sure was that Chambers wouldn’t be in any state to require future legal assistance after Phoenix was finished with him, except potentially of the estate management kind.

Unfortunately, that’s one of the only services we don’t currently offer at Sinclair Royal.

Even now as I finally face my husband, I can feel the rage coming off of him in waves.

I round the desk and walk up to Phoenix. When I’m standing before him, dwarfed by his height and daunted by the intensity of his gaze, I set a hand on his chest right over his heart. Its furious beat is evidence of the tumultuous emotions still crashing through him.

His hand comes to rest on top of mine, clamping my palm tightly over his heart.

I look up at him from beneath my lashes.

“Are you mad at me?”

A dangerous sounding rumble rolls loudly in his chest. His jaw twitches murderously.

“No.”

I run my fingers up his torso and to his nape, imploring him softly, “Then stop glaring at me like that, please. It’s not my fault he touched me.”

Rough hands grab my hips and lift me. A small cry falls from my lips as he turns us both and drops me on his desk.

“Phoenix—”

He shoves my dress up my thighs and bunches it at my waist. With his stare still pinned on mine and his face still twisted in a scowl, he reaches between my legs and rips off my panties.

I’m already soaked. I always am when I’m around Phoenix, but it’s especially true when he’s being violently possessive like he is now. My body titters with excitement as I wait for him to act.

My arms go around his neck to pull him into me. I expect his fingers to dip between my folds, but I’m wrong.

Instead, I feel his thumb abrade the skin just above my pussy. The soft circles he’s caressing on the area are in stark contrast to the aggression rolling off of him in waves.

His eyes drop to fixate on the spot he’s touching.

The very same spot where he tattooed his name on me ten years ago in a not too dissimilar fit of jealousy and possessiveness.

Seeing his name branded on me reassures and calms him down, soothing him like a fidget toy might manage other people’s anxiety.

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