Page 42 of Wrecker

Finally, I picked up the cut again, circling her slowly like a wolf stalking its mate. Her eyes followed me as I came around behind her, dragging my fingertips along her spine.

I reached up and brushed her hair aside, leaning in close until my lips were at her ear.

“I love you,” I rasped. “More than anything in the whole fucking world, Peyton. You were made to belong to me. And you’re gonna be my old lady.”

She sniffled softly, and her voice shook. “I love you too…so much.”

I slid the vest onto her shoulders, easing her arms through the holes. When I smoothed it into place, staring at the large, bold patch, I nearly fucking lost it.

Because it was perfect.

That vest on her bare skin? My brand on her back?

Fuck. Me.

“Turn around, baby.”

When she obeyed, my gaze roamed over her, from her pretty violet eyes to her tits playing peekaboo with the leather to the sweet spot between her thighs and all the way down to her purple-tipped toes. When my gaze returned to her face, I twirled my finger, indicating that I wanted her to turn around again.

When she did, I stepped in behind her, unable to help myself.

“You have no idea what this does to me,” I growled, wrapping my arms around her waist and hauling her back against my chest.

She gasped, hips rolling involuntarily as my hands slid up under the leather. I palmed her breasts, groaning when her nipples pebbled beneath my fingers.

“Seeing you like this,” I whispered in her ear. “Wearing my brand like the perfect little prize you are. It makes me hard as fuck.”

Peyton whimpered when I pinched her nipples between my fingers, twisting and plucking until her legs wobbled. “You like that, baby?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Please.”

“I can smell how fucking wet you are,” I rumbled. “Just from me playing with these incredible tits. Having my brand on your back.”

I dragged one hand down and slipped it between her legs. My fingers slid through her soaked folds, and I cursed under my breath.

“Fuck, baby. You’re drenched.”

I pulled my hand up and sucked my fingers into my mouth, moaning like she was my last meal.

“Taste like heaven,” I growled. “I’m gonna eat you till you scream.”

“Yesss,” she hissed.

“But first…”

She let out an adorable little growl when I grabbed her hips and steered her toward the desk.

“Patience,” I murmured with a chuckle.

When we reached it, she glanced back at me, dazed and aroused. I smiled and popped open the drawer.

Her eyes widened when she saw the little black box.

“Reid…”

I opened it, revealing a slim, platinum ring with a two-carat diamond. It was simple, but strong and permanent.

“The only thing that would make this look better is a ring on your finger,” I murmured, sliding it onto her delicate hand, “and a belly full of my kid.”

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