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My mother always told me not to hit women. That no matter how cruel the manner, I would never purposely lay hands on them.
Which is ridiculous in a sense.
This woman is a means to getting my whole family killed if she somehow opens the door and allows her whole clan in. Obviously, someone was able to step inside, so who’s to say that it can’t happen again?
Especially if we didn’t catch it the first time.
I begin to loosen my grip on her garment, and Haven quickly looks back at me.
“He was going to help me out of here.”
I’m not happy about it, but those are the facts. She wants out, and I’m currently holding her against her will.
We can both agree on that.
“Where is he?”
I cock my head to the side that she thinks the answer to that question is going to be a good one. “About to be buried.”
Haven’s green eyes bulge from her head. “Please don’t. He means a lot to my family and to me.”
She shouldn’t have said that.
My body immediately tenses. Pure and carnal possessiveness promptly fillings my veins as she stares at me with those beautiful and haunting green eyes.
“To you, how?” I press, clutching my fingers into tight fists.
Haven levels her head to meet me full-on. “He just is.”
The thought of someone else fucking her, who has touched her already, sends a violent wave of domineering rage through me.
She just made it worse for him.
I’m going to rip him to pieces before I kill him.
“Did you think that was a good idea to tell your fiancé?” I profess. “Are you trying to make me jealous, wife?”
“I’mnot—” I push her back a little bit, and Haven screams in fear of going over the edge.
Except, she just got lucky.
Because there’s no way I’m going to kill her without fucking her.
“Peel your panties to the side, Haven.”
Her eyes practically bulge from her head. “What?”
“You’re mine,” I say through my clenched teeth. “And if you’re fucking that big motherfucker—”
“I’m not,” she argues. “He’s just—”
“He’s nothing to you. He doesn’t mean a fucking thing. He doesn’t exist.” Reaching between us, I start gathering up the fabric of her dress.
“Finn, please don’t.”
“Don’t what?” I place the material of her dress on one of her thighs. “Hold this.”
She does exactly what I ask her to do while I begin undoing the button to my jeans. Everything in me screams to fuck her until she doesn’t remember her own name, but I want her to remember who she belongs to.
