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PROPERTY OF LEGEND

He caps the marker, tosses it to the floor, and presses his palm over the words like he’s sealing them into my skin.

“That’s where Pookie’s gonna ink you.You can hide it under your pretty dresses,” he says, daring me to argue.“But you’ll always feel it burnin’ there.Just like I feel you burnin’ in me.”

The room’s still loud, but we don’t hear it anymore.

Not really.

Because the second he hauls me over his shoulder, jeans still halfway down, rope still tight, holding my arms back, I know what comes next isn’t for their eyes.

It’s just for us.

He storms toward his room, slapping my ass once as the crowd roars, and I laugh, wild and free and feral.

Let them watch.

Let them talk.

I’ve never felt more seen in my whole life.

Chapter 43

Sophie

Legend carts me through the room like the goddamn outlaw king he is.He kicks open his bedroom door and slams it shut behind us.

And my heart’s never beat faster.

I’m still bound, breathless, and buzzing with pure need.

He stares at me like he’s about to devour me whole.Man, he's breathing like he's been bottling things up forever.I can feel it.This dark, hungry thing inside him has snapped.

"You want to be treated like the rest of the girls?"he growls, circling me like a predator."Prove you're not made of pearls and pedigree."

I laugh, low and taunting."Baby, I’m not the one who’s scared."

He closes the distance in two strides, grabs my chin, and tilts my face up.His fingers are rough, calloused, warm.“You think I gave you up ‘cause I didn’t want you?I’ve wanted you since I was thirteen and too dumb to do anything but stare from across the fence line.”

My breath catches.

"But I’m not dumb now," he says."And I’m done pretending I don’t burn only for you."

He yanks the rope up just enough to spin me, pressing my chest to the wall.My cheek scrapes the old paint, and I moan, not from pain, but from the power thrumming through every inch of me.I’ve never felt so damn alive.

His mouth is at my ear.“You like being tied up, Princess?Then you better remember who tied you.”

I nod, throat tight.

“Say it,” he growls.“Who do you belong to?”

“You,” I breathe.

“Louder.”

“Legend.”

“That’s right.”He yanks my pants, my panties all the way down around my boots.“You’re not some heiress right now.You’re mine.Just mine.”

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