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“Colton,” she breathes, straightening up. “I just needed a moment. I was coming back.”
I reach out, my hand cupping her cheek. Her skin is cool beneath my touch, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. “I couldn’t wait,” I say, my voice low. “I need you, Mary. I need to know you’re with me.”
She hesitates, her eyes searching mine. Then she leans into my touch, her hand covering mine. “I’m with you, Colton,” she states softly. But there’s a tremble in her voice, an uncertainty that sets me on edge.
I lean in, my forehead resting against hers. “Then why do I feel like you’re pulling away?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.
She closes her eyes, her breath hitching. “It’s not that simple, Colton. There’s so much...so much you don’t know.”
I pull back, my eyes boring into hers. “Then tell me,” I insist. “Tell me what I don’t know, Mary. Let me in.”
She looks at me, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions—fear, doubt, longing. And for a moment, I think she’s going to tell me everything. I think she’s going to let me in.
But then she looks away, her expression shuttering. “I can’t,” she says, her voice barely audible. “Not yet.”
Frustration surges through me, hot and fierce. I grip her chin, turning her face back to mine. “You will,” I growl. “You’ll tell me everything, Mary. Because you’re mine. And I won’t let you go until I know every part of you.”
Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t pull away. She just looks at me, her breath coming faster, her body trembling slightly. I can see the effect I have on her, the way my words, my touch, ignite something within her.
And I know, in that moment, that I won’t let her go. I can’t. Because she’s truly mine. Completely, utterly mine.
I lean in, my lips claiming hers in a fierce, possessive kiss. She melts into me, body pressing against mine, hands gripping my shoulders. I deepen the kiss, my tongue sweeping into her mouth, claiming and possessing her further.
When I pull away, we’re both breathless, gazing at one another. I rest my forehead against hers, my hands cupping her face.
“You’re mine, Mary,” I whisper, my voice rough with emotion. “And I won’t let you go. Ever.”
Chapter 16
Luella
I’d done it. I’d lost control with Colton and fucked him. Well, he fucked me, but semantics. It was the best feeling ever, feeling him lose control as he gazed into my eyes...but now? I look at the man standing in front of me, his fists bunched, his eyes dark and wild, and he looks...feral. Primitive.
Over me.
I swallow. He needs to know he can’t control me, that yes, we’re attracted to one another, but that’s it. He keeps saying I’m his, and that’s fine if it means he protects me against his sick father and his men—just until I do what I came here to do.
Fuck, we didn’t even use protection!
I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts, to steady myself. I need to regain some semblance of control, to put some distance between us, at least emotionally. I can’t let him see how much he’s affecting me, how much his possessiveness both terrifies and thrills me.
“Colton,” I say, my voice as steady as I can make it. “What happened between us...it was intense. But you need to understand, I’m not yours to keep. I can’t belong to anyone. Not like that.”
His eyes flash with something dark, something dangerous. He steps closer, his breath hot on my face. “Oh really? Tell me, Mary,” he comments, his voice a low growl. “Who do you belong to, if not me? Who else makes you feel like this?” His hand snakes around my waist, pulling me against him. I can feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his muscles, the barely contained power.
“That’s not the point, Colton,” I reply, trying to push him away, but his grip is firm. “I don’t belong to anyone but myself. I can’t be possessed, like some...some…thing.”
He laughs, a harsh sound that sends a shiver down my spine. “You can’t be possessed? Mary, you’re already mine. You’ve been mine since the moment I saw you. You just won’t admit it to yourself.”
I shake my head, trying to deny his words, but there’s a part of me that wonders if he’s right. If I haven’t already fallen too far under his spell. “Colton, please,” I insist, my voice barely a whisper. “You’re scaring me.”
"Good," he barks out, gripping me by the throat.
I panic, clawing at his hand as he tugs me close to him, his lips tilting into a sick smile that makes me want to pee myself in fear.
What the fuck is wrong with him?
I should fucking punch him as hard as I can, let him see what I’m really made of.
