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Connor’s eyes finally meet mine.
I knew he would be pissed, mostly because of the media, but this seems a little extreme.
“Are you okay?” he asks, first in a growl, his voice incredibly dark.
“Yes,” I reply, then lower my brows. “Why are you so mad?”
I’m getting a little over all these grumpy men around me. All I wanted was a few hours with my friends. Now I want a bath, to read a book and just zone out of this insane world I have somehow created.
“Your brother tried to take you from me.” Connor stalks toward me, and I swallow, heat flushing through me.
Despite my body reacting, I didn’t miss his terminology.Take me?What is it with these men seeing me as a goddamn possession.
“I’m not a painting, Connor. No one can take me from anyone. I belong to myself.” I plant my hands on my hips after dropping my purse to the floor.
He’s right, though.
I saw it in Cade’s eyes. Given the chance, Cade would’ve pulled me out of Toast Bar and taken me back to the Mancini residence.
Or worse. Vitale.
An icy shiver runs through me.
What would my life be like right at this moment if it weren’t for this powerful man standing furiously in front of me, protecting me?
“From now on, you’ll have three of my men with you when you walk out the door,” Connor says, ignoring my comment.
My mouth drops open.
“Why don’t you just tie me up and keep me here?” I say, shaking my head.
“Sweetheart, I’d gladly do that if it wasn’t against the law,” Connor replies, and my mouth suddenly slams shut.
I’m not sure if I’m highly aroused or terrified.
Both.
And...now my panties are soaked.
Connor takes the last few steps and grips the back of my neck with one hand and the small of my back with his other, tugging me up against his large, solid body. “Right now, I need to claim back what’s mine.”
Oh God.
Yes, please.
But also, I’m still irked at his claim of me. Perhaps this just isn’t the time to argue. Wet panties and all that.
I’m bent backward as Connor’s mouth descends, and he begins ravaging my mouth. Sucking, lapping at my lips, my tongue, my chin, my jaw.
“Myfucking fiancé,” he growls, and I’m breathless as he scoops me up and plants me on the hall table, shoving up my dress.
I tremble in need, shaken and aroused by his unapologetic claim.
“Fuck,” I whimper as he tosses my panties, spreads my legs, and then drops to his knees while palming my thighs on either side of my pussy.
“Connor,” I say, gasping.
“Louder,” he demands, his tongue sweeping through my folds, flicking with the right amount of force.
