Page 74 of Possessive Ink

“And how do you feel?” I whisper.

“I’m in love with you, Lemon. You’re mine. In six weeks, we’re going to get married, and then we’re going to spend the rest of our lives living happily ever after.”

I should be freaked out. I should be running for the hills. I should say no and deny this crazy whirlwind, but I can’t, because I think I want him just as much as he wants me.

“So you love me, and this necklace is basically a wedding ring?” I ask, needing to say the words aloud to make sure I heard him right.

“Yes.”

“And you were so sure about us, that less than six hours after meeting me you basically married me?”

“Yes,” he says, calmly, easily, honestly.

“What would you do if I took this off right now?” I question, touching the cool metal with my fingers again.

“I wouldn’t let you get close enough to even touch the clasp,” he growls, his eyes narrowed into slits.

“How would you stop me?” I question breathily.

“I’d pin you beneath me and worship you over and over again until you passed out from the pleasure.”

“So you’d fuck me into submission?” I question, unable to hide the grin that’s curling at the sides of my lips.

“Yes,” he agrees, his expression softening as he closes the distance between us. “But you’re not going to try to take it off, are you? Because you love me too.”

My answer isn’t as decisive as his, even though I think we both already know what I’m going to say.

“I don’t understand the Dominant/submissive lifestyle⁠—”

“I know,” he says quickly, speaking over me. “I should have explained what it meant to me before I put it on you.”

I wait for the apology, but it doesn’t come. “Are you sorry?”

“No.”

Blinking, I wait again.

“I’m not sorry, Princess, because even if you didn’t understand the significance. I did. I wanted—no, needed you to wear it. I needed to claim you in a way that meant something to me, even if you’re not into kink and didn’t really get it.”

“I’m not a sub, Atticus. Fifty Shades of Grey freaked me out.”

“And yet you get turned on by calling me Sir while you kneel at my feet.”

Heat fills my cheeks so quickly that I look away, no longer able to look him in the eye.

Sighing, he hooks my chin with his fingers and lifts my head up to look at him again. “Lemon, I don’t give a fuck if you think you’re submissive or not. I don’t care if I’m a Dom or not. I never plan to take you to a club or be part of a kink community. I want you. I want to make you come. I want you to call me Sir. I want you to get on your knees and let me pet you and feed you and love you.”

“And that’s it?” I ask.

Smirking, he shrugs. “I think we both want you to crawl into my lap for a spanking.”

“Atticus,” I squeak.

As he arches his eyebrow at me saucily, I blush even deeper.

“Look, Princess, I’ve lost my mind over you, fallen head over heels in love, and I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. The only title that means anything to me now is wife, and you’re going to be mine in six weeks. Now come here and kiss me.”

My fingers reach for the necklace again, and I watch as he holds his breath, not blinking while he waits for me to decide what to do. But I know I’m not going to take it off, because regardless of the fact that he put a beautiful necklace that he considers the equivalent of a wedding ring on me without explaining or asking permission, I still want this with him. It’s all happening too quickly, and maybe I’ll end up regretting it, but I want this. I love him, and I want this happy ever after he’s describing. I want him.