Page 51 of Midnight Danger

“You have no idea,” I muttered against her mouth. “Wait until our wedding night, and you’ve promised to love and obey…”

“Yeah, we can scrap that bit.”

“No way, baby. I want you to know that every time I tell you to get on your knees ready for me that you made a vow to do that.” I was already hard thinking about her saying the words to legally bind her to me. “You’re mine, now and always, just as I belong only to you.”

Our gazes locked in a battle of wills. The inner dominant in me wouldn’t back down on this. I craved her submitting to me in every way, and that included telling the world that she agreed to be mine and do everything I commanded.

“I can say the words, but that doesn’t mean I’ll obey.”

My hand grasped around her neck, putting just enough pressure on her throat to make her eyes widen and her mouth to fall open. “You’ll obey, Cassandra. We both know you can fight and pout, but inside that bedroom, you’re mine alone to control.”

I felt her try to swallow, her pupils dilating in arousal. She wanted to argue, but we both knew that I was telling the truth. She’d belonged to me in the darkness of The Midnight Rooms, but from the moment I saw her in the light, she was mine alone to enjoy. There would be no sharing her with other men in any of our clubs. I didn’t care if I had to fit a chastity belt on her and keep the key.

She leaned forward into my hand. “I think you need to remind me what you mean.”

A dark smile crossed my lips. “I’d love to.”

We didn’t make it back to our apartment. Instead Cassandra knelt on the sofa with her elbows braced on the back, screaming her release as I pounded into her.

At least this wedding den and reorganising our big day would keep her busy while I had to go and face this new unseen enemy tomorrow.

My teeth bit into her shoulder as she arched back into me. Both of us tended to mark each other during sex. I knew she’d feel my teeth on her flesh hours from now, the same way her nail marks on my back reminded me of her when I was sitting in meetings.

“Zee,” she gasped, her legs widening.

My hand around her throat brought her to sit on her knees, my cock lodged deep in her core. “You going to promise to obey?” I asked softly in her ear.

Her body shivered in mutinous submission.

“Or do you want a lifetime of vanilla sex on your back with no clitoral stimulation?”

Her body moulded back to mine, and I watched her reactions in the window that doubled as a mirror.

“You bastard,” she whispered, contracting around my cock.

I kissed her shoulder. “Love you, too, baby.”

Since she’d agreed to what I wanted, I made sure that Cassandra came again before I buried myself balls-deep and exploded in her heat.

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Chapter Eighteen

Xavier

“We came to deal with Hugh Bartholomew.” The tallest man sneered.

“You can deal with me,” I instructed, glancing up from my phone as I typed on it. These men believed themselves to be untouchable, their reach global as they plucked innocent people off the street to sell them into slavery. It would piss them off that I disrespected them by focusing most of my attention on my phone. Fuck them, I was texting Cassandra to ask what she wanted for dinner.

“Hugh Bartholomew is a Council member.”

My eyes finally came up to meet his. “As am I. My father is a busy man, and he doesn’t like the skin trade. It makes him nauseous.”

“And it doesn’t affect you the same way?” His accent was familiar, although I couldn’t place it.

Jordan and Ash were in strategic positions around the room. All of us were ready to blow their brains out, but it would be pointless as these were not the men who pulled the strings in this organisation.

“Do I look like I have a problem with it?” I taunted him. “We already own a worldwide company dealing in sex. It’s the primal force that makes the world go around.”

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