Page 80 of It Must Be Fate

He stares at it unwaveringly.

Unblinkingly, even.

“Who do you belong to?” he demands quietly.

I reach for his chin and tilt his face up so his gaze meets mine. With my other hand, I run my nails through his short hair. He still keeps it buzzed, his rough and dangerous appearance in complete opposition to the corporate man he pretends to be.

He shivers at my touch, his eyes fluttering momentarily shut.

“My husband.”

They reopen, shining with arrogant satisfaction.

He rubs the tattoo again, then bends and licks the marked skin with a rough swipe of his tongue. “What’s his name?”

“Nix,” I whimper.

Another swipe of his tongue, designed to make me lose all my senses.

“Full name, wild girl,” he orders.

His other hand slips beneath my dress to dance up my stomach towards my breasts. My eyes shut and I moan as he tweaks my nipple over my bra.

He insists that I wear padded coverage to hide the piercing at work. He won’t let me take it out, but he also refuses to let anyone know of its existence.

Even through the thick material, my nipple responds to his touch. It hardens until the bud is so tight it’s painful.

I gasp when he pinches it in a silent command to answer his question.

“Phoenix Sinclair.”

He growls. “And what’s your name?”

“Sixtine Sinclair,” I breathe, arching into his touch.

“That’s fuckingright,” he seethes, leaning over me.

With one swift thrust, he pushes two fingers inside me. He cups my nape with his other hand and tugs me forward. My eyes fly open to find him inches from my face, his gaze fixed heatedly on mine as he starts to thrust in tandem with his words.

“You bear my name, you wear my rings, you’ve hadmybaby, you sit right next to me in a building that has a twenty-foot sign that also has our last name on it, you’remywife—my.fucking.wife—and yet men still think they can touch you the second I turn my back,” he snarls. “Why the fuck is that?”

Those black eyes of his hypnotize me. I lift my head ever so slightly and lick the underside of his jaw. He groans, his fingers driving ruthlessly into me. I try to clamp my legs closed around his hand but he shoves my thighs open, forcing me to take it.

“What is it going to take for them to understand that you’remine? What more do I have to do?”

I nip at his chin, my legs beginning to quake in response to his savage claiming.

“There will always be men in this world who think they’re entitled to me just because they want me. Regardless of the fact that I don’t want them, that they repulse me.”

Phoenix slams his palm on the desk next to me, making me jump.

“How do I protect you from them?” he demands angrily. “It took less than two fucking minutes for him to put his hands on you. What about me says, “go ahead and touch my wife”? Whatis it, Six? Tell me if you can see it, because I’ll cut it out of me right fucking now.”

I’m breathing and panting heavily, my body twisting as I search for his touch and try to avoid it in equal measure, my orgasm like a looming shadow just out of reach.

He drives inside me with a vengeance that shows his anger. Every thrust of his fingers sends me to a higher plane until stars are shooting behind my eyes and I’m clutching desperately at him.

I nip his jaw and then his lips. I taste blood from where I bit him, as unhinged for him as he is for me.

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