Page 188 of They Are Mine

Like I won’t tear her apart and put her back together the way I want.

My fingers hook into the soft pink straps of her dress.

It’s fucking delicate.

Too delicate for the way I’m about to take her.

So I rip it.

A little gasp, half shock, half something filthy, slips from her lips, and fuck me, she’s not even mad.

If anything, she’s delighted.

Her eyes flash, lips parting like she’s about to say something sharp, some sweet, dangerous little quip, but I don’t give her the chance.

I grab her throat.

Not hard. Just enough to feel her swallow. Just enough to let her know who she belongs to right now.

She melts, fucking melts, into my grip.

I lean in, voice all low and rough. “That what you wanted, baby?”

A shaky breath. Then a smile. “You could have just asked me to take it off.”

Oh, fuck me.

Her tone punches through my gut straight to my cock.

I push her back, step, step, step, until the backs of her knees hit the bed.

She drops, sprawled across my sheets, bare except for those soft pink thigh highs and those dangerous fucking eyes.

“You don’t follow rules, do you?” I mutter, dragging my hands up her thighs.

She grins, slow and sweet. “Only if they’re worth following.”

I fucking growl.

Then I yank her legs apart and drop to my knees.

Because I need to taste her.

Need to know exactly how bad she wants this.

Her breath catches.

I drag my tongue over the inside of her thigh, slow. Teasing.

Her hips twitch so sensitive already. I grin against her skin.

She whimpers.

And fuck, I love that sound.

I press a kiss to her thigh, then another, then I bite.

Not hard. Just enough.

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