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“You, sir! I belong to you!”
“That’s right, angel. Never forget that,” he said boldly.
Slowly he slid his fingers free from me and wrapped them around me, holding me tight with the strength of both arms. I turned my face into the crook of his neck. My body practically melted against his as he held me.
We sat like that together for a long time. I didn’t hear anyone come into the fitting rooms, but I also wasn’t listening to anything other than the steady drum of his heartbeat.
Eventually, the tingling bliss strumming through me faded more into a dull throb. I loosened my hold, and he relaxed his. He kissed my lips sweetly before lifting me off both his lap and his cock. He tucked himself away and buckled his pants and his belt back into place.
His seed dripped down onto my thighs as my skirt fell back into place.
“My seed is going to remain there for the rest of the day, just in case you start to question who exactly you belong to,” he whispered.
I wanted to hate it, but I liked being marked that way.
“Come. It’s time for us to check out. There’s one last place I want to take you before we go home.”
I bent down to pick up my panties.
“You won’t need those. Give them to me.”
I was too sore to argue, so I handed them to him and watched as he stuffed them in his pocket. He yanked the tags off the skirt and shirt I had on, before pushing the cart out of the fitting room. Thankfully, there was no one around as we exited, which was a big relief.
There were still people shopping around in the store though and I kept my head down, not wanting anyone to know that I’d just been fucked quite thoroughly in the fitting room. I stood just behind him as he cashed out at the register, nodding and smiling at the cashier when she told us to have a nice rest of our day.
With every step, I felt his seed between my legs. It was sobering and arousing at the same time. When I went to grab a bag, James forbade me and carried them all himself. The limo was waiting for us when we exited the store. Bronson rushed to open the trunk and then the door for me.
I slid into the backseat. James joined me soon after.
As we were pulling out of the parking lot, the driver slowed. He lowered the divider between himself and us before he spoke.
“Boss? I’m pretty sure we’re being followed.”
CHAPTER11
James
The moment the divider started to lower, I knew that something was wrong.
Bronson didn’t open the window between us ever. When I was with anyone, he had explicit instructions not to interrupt me and he obeyed without question. Even when I was alone, he didn’t lower it, so that single moment was enough to shift my concern into overdrive.
“Make and model?”
Kasia stiffened beside me. She and I both knew that she was in danger, even though she was with me. I would protect her though, no matter what it took and regardless of the cost.
“Black Dodge Durango R/T. I’m not sure on the year, but it’s on the newer side. It’s about three cars back with their windows tinted black. Whoever is driving that car doesn’t want to be seen,” he answered.
I wasn’t a car guy, but I knew enough. The R/T had a beefy V8 Hemi, which meant that it would be difficult to beat if we got into a chase on the open road. The skeleton of the Durango was tough and when I looked back, I could tell that several parts of it had already been modified. The headlights were tinted purple and the thick metal grille guard at the front would be enough to ram most cars off the road.
I would bet money that both the windows and the exterior were bulletproof too.
“How sure are you?”
“They started following us after we got off the highway. I thought they left while you took Kasia shopping, but they had just hidden in the back of the parking lot behind some trailers and waited for you to come out.”
“What’s happening?” Kasia whispered beside me. The pink flush of her satisfied arousal had disappeared, only to be replaced by a fearful fury.
“Take us in a circle. Tell me if they keep following,” I said softly. I wound my arm around Kasia and squeezed her against me. I turned just enough so I could see the SUV out of the back of the limo. My windows were tinted to the max, so I wasn’t worried about the driver seeing me. The front windshield of the Durango was dark enough that I couldn’t make out much about the people driving it except that they were large men with light-colored hair.
