Nadia Lee

Look all you want. She’s mine now.

No other man gets to see what’s mine.

“And this pussy is mine. My exclusive property.”

“It means you’re my slut. My wife.”

“I love you.”

I blink. “What?”

“I love you,” he says again. “Do you believe me?”

EXCLUSIVE PROPERTY OF LUCIENNE PEERY

TRESPASSERS WILL BE REMOVED WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE

Mine. My future. My wife.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I wouldn’t let my fiancée pay for lunch.” He pushes my card back and sticks his card into the folio instead.

His tongue pushes in between my lips, strokes mine. He plunders me like he has the right—like I’m his property. I should be alarmed, even offended, at the blatant display of ownership, but the hot rush from the kiss makes it seem unimportant. Every inch of my body heats and shivers with a potent thrill. I grip his shoulder, feeling like the ground is shifting.

He flexes his long fingers along my side, digging in a little, like he wants more than a kiss.

Yes, yes…

But a glimmer of resignation and bitterness fleets across her face like a rain cloud. It isn’t that she doesn’t want to explain herself—she’s convinced nobody will believe her. And she’s going to cope by pretending she isn’t affected, no matter how many people point fingers and judge her.