Page 32 of Possessive Ink

“It is a collar. I’m a Dom, Princess. That necklace shows that you are mine, and that I’m yours.”

“We just met,” I say, scoffing at how ridiculous this all is.

“I asked you who I was, and you said I was your Sir. You’ve claimed me every bit as much as I’ve claimed you.”

Blinking, I stare up at him like he just spoke a foreign language, because honestly, he might as well have. “I need to leave.”

“Why?” he asks again.

“Because this isn’t an erotic novel,” I yell.

“No, it’s not. If this were a book, I’d be fucking you right about now. I’m more than happy to do that if it’s what you need, but I’d rather us get back to chilling out before dinner,” he says so reasonably, I don’t even know how to respond.

“Can you put some clothes on?” I hiss, my eyes refusing to ignore his hard dick that isn’t softening despite the argument we’re having.

“Does nakedness bother you? You seem hung up over us not wearing clothes. That dress is really pretty, but I doubt there’s anything sexier than you in nothing but gold,” he says softly…honestly.

God, why does he have to sound like he’s telling me the truth and not spinning me a line? If he sounded like a player, it’d be so much easier for me to tell him to go fuck himself, or actually leave instead of being frozen while I will myself to move.

“You don’t want to leave, do you, Princess?” he purrs gently. “You were enjoying being treasured by me, weren’t you? If Felix hadn’t walked in and freaked you out, you’d still be on your knees being fed by my fingers, or on my lap, napping while I play with your hair.”

“No.” I shake my head, but it’s weak, and we both know it.

“I promise my brother didn’t look at you. He wouldn’t care even if he hadn’t seen the collar first. But the moment he saw it, he knew you were mine and that no one’s eyes but mine should ever look at you again. He’s my twin, we can sense things, and he knew that you belonged to me the moment I brought you to meet him this morning. It’s why he hugged you. Because you’re his sister now, and he claimed you, just like I did.”

“You sound crazy,” I whisper.

“I sound sure, because I am,” he says, closing the distance between us. Gently cupping my cheek, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips while his fingers tug lightly on the necklace at my throat. “Let’s go and pack some stuff for you,” he says when he pulls back.

“No, I should—” I start to argue.

“Princess, there’s nothing wrong with not wanting to waste time with a long, drawn-out dating period and just skipping to the happily ever after part of our story. Our version of right might look a little different to others, but if it works for us, that’s all that matters, right?”

“But…”

“Do you just want to be like everyone else, or would you rather do what makes you happy?” he questions.

“I want to be happy, but…”

“So if this works for us, that’s all that matters, right?”

“I mean, yes, but…”

“So this works for us?” he questions.

“Yes…but…”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir,” I answer, then wonder why I said it and how I ended up agreeing with him when I have my shoes on, ready to leave.

“You’re so perfect, Princess,” he praises. “Let’s go and pack you a bag, and when we get home, I’m going to show you how much I like it when you call me Sir.”

Pulling on sweatpants, a t-shirt, and sneakers, he takes my hand and tugs me out of the warehouse and into his car. Ten minutes later, we’re walking toward my building, his fingers curled tightly around mine.

“Where are your keys?” he asks.

“Oh, I can—” I start.