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Owen made a scoffing noise. “They know I can take care of myself. They’re not coming for me. They are coming for you. I only got here first because I don’t bother with doing things legally.”
“What . . . what did you do?”
“Stole the Princes’ helicopter. Used a false passport to book a flight to London, then a different one to get here.”
“Owen! You didn’t!”
She groaned and reached up to lightly touch her necklace. Sadness filled her face. Followed by resolve.
“Take it off.”
“Never.”
“I’m not yours anymore. I don’t know that I ever was.”
He snorted. “You’ll always be mine. Don’t need a collar to know that.”
“Collar?”
“Yep. Collar. That claims you as mine. Theirs too. And it stays.”
She shook her head. “You need my consent.”
“Do I? See . . . things like that only matter if you care about following the rules. You leaving without me . . . that tells me that the rule book is out the window. And I have to do whatever is necessary to keep you by me. The collar stays.”
“Please, Owen. Don’t make this any harder.”
“It doesn’t need to be hard at all. All you need to do is agree to be mine. I won’t be letting you go because I love you.”
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Way to break a bombshell on her.
She stared up at him in shock. “No, you don’t.”
His eyes narrowed angrily. “Do not tell me how I feel. I fucking love you.”
“I . . . I need a moment.” She pushed him away and raced into the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror. She leaned her hands on the counter.
She didn’t know this woman.
All she knew was how to be someone else’s plaything. Their pawn. Their asset.
Did she know how to be loved? To love in return?
Is this what she wanted? Him?
God. Yes.
So badly that it hurt. But it seemed so impossible.
Owen appeared behind her. He pushed her hair to one side so he could kiss up her neck. “My baby girl.”
“I don’t know how to do this, Owen. I don’t know how to love someone. I’ve never been anything other than what someone else told me to be.”
“Then we’ll learn together. Because I don’t know how to love someone either. All I know is that I want to look after you, put you first, to make you smile. Is that a good start?” he asked.
“It . . . it seems that way to me.”
He turned her to face him. “Let me take care of you, baby girl.”
He moved them around so she was pressed against the bathroom wall. “Let me show you how much I love you.”
“What about the others? Your job?”
“Fuck it all. I don’t need anything but you.” His gaze held hers. It was mesmerizing. She tried to tear her gaze eyes but she couldn’t.
She was never going to be strong enough to push this man away.
“I’ll die for you, baby girl. Kill for you. Do anything you want. Just tell me what you need, and I’ll do it. As long as you don’t tell me to leave.”
“You’re a wicked man.”
“Pure evil, baby. I’m a monster. But I’m your monster. How does it feel to have tamed the monster?”
“You’re not tame,” she whispered. His hand rested lightly on her throat, increasing her arousal.
What was wrong with her?
“You’re going to come for me, baby girl. You’re going to come screaming my name and you’re going to know who owns you.”
“I thought I owned you,” she whispered as he pressed her to the wall, his hand reaching under her nightgown to play with her clit. She whimpered as he rubbed it through her panties.
“You do. Do you think that I would have chased you halfway around the world if I wasn’t yours? Do you think I would kneel before you if I wasn’t yours?”
He wasn’t kneeling before her . . . oh.
Now he was.
But she wasn’t an idiot. She knew this didn’t give her a position of power. Owen was the one making all the decisions.
Reaching under her nightgown, he drew down her panties. “Step out of them.”
She moved her feet, freeing herself of her panties. Grabbing one leg, he lifted it up into the air and pressed it back against the wall.
And she loved it.
She closed her eyes.
There was a part of her that had always known he would come.
Smack!
His hand slapped lightly down on her pussy. She gasped.
“No closing your eyes. You’re going to watch me eat your pussy. You’re going to know who owns you, little puppy.”
“I already do.”
“Do you? Then why did you run?” he asked.
“You know why,” she replied.
“Because you didn’t have faith in me,” he said.
“Pretty sure it was the other way around.”
He shook his head. “You lied to me, naughty little puppy.”
She sucked in a breath. “I didn’t lie about my feelings for you.”
“Good. But you never told us who he was to you.”
