“Yeah. She knows me. She knows me real well.” Dax stands to his full height, which is two to three inches above Logan’s. He slowly walks to us. His monstrosity of a dog follows. “She’s my woman.”
My eyes widen at his declaration and his audacity. Elliot’s head whips around to look at me.
“I am not,” I challenge.
“We were together here two nights ago. She fucked me in there.” He points at the bedroom. “And there.” He gestures at the couch.
Dax stands in front of Elliot and looks down at him. Elliot doesn’t shrink.
“That never happened.” The lie slips easily from my lips. We also fucked in the bathroom, but I’m grateful Dax didn’t mention that.
“We also fucked in the bathroom.” He speaks as if he’s talking about the weather, and not my private, intimate moments.
“Even if you did, that doesn’t make her yours.” Dr. Logan’s words are a challenge. He moves from in front of me and slides a hand around my waist.
Dax rubs the bridge of his nose. He looks exhausted. He lowers his head and reaches around to his back. He pulls something out.
“Oh my God!” I hide behind Elliot when I see the gun in his hands. Dax goes around us and lays it on the table.
“You have three options,” Dax says while looking at Elliot. “I can break both your little pussy doctor hands. I can shoot you and make sure your body is never found, or you can leave this place and never look at Corine Lamb again. She’s mine.”
“Are you out of your damn mind?” I yell inside my apartment. Dax doesn’t flinch. “I don’t belong to you. I’m not your anything, and I’ve never slept with you.” I tell that lie again to try and still salvage my night with Elliot, whose hand is now holding mine.
Dax notices that too and yanks us apart.
“Get the fuck out of here.” Dax picks up the gun. He doesn’t point it at Elliot, but he gets the point. He raises both hands and backs away.
“Whatever, man. She’s not worth it.” My date walks out without another glance and slams the door so hard, my apartment rattles.
We stand there, me glaring at him, while he looks down at the gun.
“He’s wrong. You are worth it.” His eyes roam my body, and he licks his lips. “So worth it.” He looks away, puts the gun back on the table, and goes to my fridge.
“Why don’t you ever have food here? I’m starving.” He slams the fridge door shut and pulls out his phone. “I’ll order something. I assume you’ve already eaten?” He purses his lips in disapproval.
“Get the hell out of here.” I walk to the door, yank it open, and gesture for him to go. He approaches, but instead of leaving, he closes the door and walks back inside.
I run behind him and rain punches on his back. He doesn’t flinch, so I pick up the gun and point it at him. I’ve had gun training. I’m no expert, but I know the basics.
“I took the bullets out before I came up here.” He sounds bored as he sips a bottle of water. “I didn’t want to take the chance of you hurting yourself.” He shakes his head. “You always try to play the hero.”
“I want you to go. This has gone far enough. It’s over.”
“Sweetheart, it’s only just begun.” He puts the water down and walks to me like I’m his prey. I stand frozen while I take in the scent of his cologne. He pulls open my long sweater. My breath hitches while I wait and see what he does next.
In a flash, he grabs my leotard and rips it open. My naked breasts spill out.
“Dax!” He doesn’t stop there. He pulls until the tear reaches the crotch.
“You look beautiful, but I can’t stand the thought of you dressing up for another man.” He pulls my half-naked body flushed against his. “Because all of this.” His large, rough hands slide down my back until he cups my ass. “All of this is mine, Bella.” He nips my earlobe, and I flinch. “Mine. You gave it to me, and no one else can have you.”
He cups my pussy over my panties. “Mine,” he whispers again.
“No.”
“Yes.” His mouth lands on mine. My body catches fire, and I forget every single objection I had. The kiss is rougher and more possessive than any we’ve shared in the past.
He backs away until he hits the back of my couch. He turns and pins me to the furniture. We never break our kiss as he rips my leotard in half. He tears my panties next.
