Page 73 of Property of Legend

“Say it louder,” I whisper.“Let them know I’m yours.”

“You still trying to give me orders, Princess?”

Then he uses his body to press me down, pinning me against the pool table while he pulls the crop tight under my chin, forcing my head up so I’m looking straight out at the crowd that’s gathered on the other side.

At my new family.

At my place in this kingdom of sinners.

"Look at her," he whispers, a dangerous edge to his tone.“This ain’t a club slut.This is mine.”

The room howls.

The heat is too much now, between my legs, in my chest, behind my eyes.He grinds against me, letting me feel what I do to him.His legendary length, hard.Hungry.Holding back by a thread.

“You want more, Sophie?”he murmurs, just for me now.“You want all of it?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

He howls, “I should rip you a new cunt in front of my brothers.”His hand slides around, down the front of my thigh, possessive and deliberate, cupping my pussy.

He’s not teasing anymore.

This is the moment.

The crop drops to the floor with a soft slap, forgotten.

Legend’s hand fists my hair and yanks my head back against his shoulder.My body arches, exposed and shaking, but I don’t flinch.I won’t.I asked for this.Provoked it.

Claim me, I told him without words.

And now I’m about to learn what that really means.

His mouth brushes the shell of my ear, breath hot and mean.“You wanna act like one of us?Prove you can take what you dish out?”

“Yes,” I whisper, breathless.

“No more games.No more orders.I’m not your stable boy.No more ridin’ me like I’m your damn fairytale.”His voice darkens, tightens around the edges.“From now on, I ride you.I take what’s mine.You understand?”

My nod isn’t enough.

So he spins me to face him, and everyone sees.

His hand grabs my jaw, tilts it up.His lips are almost on mine, but he pauses, makes me wait, tremble, need it more than air.

“Tell me you’re mine, Sophie Montgomery,” he growls.

“I’m yours,” I say, louder than I mean to.“I’ve always been yours.”

That breaks him.

The kiss is savage.All teeth and tongue, no mercy.I taste rye, smoke, and rage.His fingers dig into my hips as he lifts me onto the edge of the pool table like I weigh nothing.

“You belong to the Kings now,” he mutters against my mouth, loud enough everyone can hear.“But you’ll always beProperty of Legendfirst.”

The words rip through me.

A cheer breaks out in the room as he grabs a marker from Bullet, then turns me slightly and scrawls it in big black letters on the back of my thigh, bold, possessive, final.

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