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I lean closer. “Deadly.”
She glares right into my eyes. “My husband, explain whose stuff this is before I start throwing it off the balcony. I won’t have some skank’s stuff under my roof.”
Her tone is acidic, and she’s trying to be a brat, but I’m too focused on her words again.
My roof.
She’s still trying to push me away, but while she’s busy shoving, her walls are falling. Becausemy husbandandmy roof… She’s starting to accept this, even if she doesn’t realize it.
Instead of bringing it to her attention, I breathe in her scent and tell her the truth. “This is my mother’s room.”
As always, Val wears her emotions on her face, and I can see her surprise.
I point behind me. “That’s my mother’s bra you threw at me.”
Her mouth forms an O.
“Yeah. Oh.” The top buttons of my shirt are undone, and I flick the material aside, giving Valentine a clear view of her name. “Maybe I didn’t make myself clear when I tattooed your name across my fucking throat. This”—I tap the letters—“is so everyone knows who I belong to.”
I’ve never given someone this sort of claim over me, and it feels fantastic.
“And inking the last words of my vow to you above my fucking dick.” I reach down and cup my hand over the front of my pants. “That’s all for you, Angel. So when you’re ready to wrap those lips around my cock and take me into your throat, you’ll be eye level with my promise to you. Even on your knees, I’ll still be yours.”
CHAPTER35
Val
I’m so fucked.
CHAPTER36
Dom
She’s soclose to cracking and letting me back in, and I fucking love it.
But I don’t want to ruin it. I can’t push too hard.
I take a step back. “If you can put that bra back, I don’t really feel like picking up my mother’s underwear. Then come downstairs. I brought food since you never ordered lunch.”
Val doesn’t say anything as I exit the room, and I consider it a victory.
It doesn’t take her long to come downstairs and find me in the kitchen. But she’s looking at the takeout containers on the counter, not meeting my eyes.
“Gyros and fries,” I tell her as she nears the island. “They’re both the same so grab either one.”
Val pulls a stool out, but she’s a little short for it, so she has to use the bar across the bottom to climb on.
I don’t laugh.
“What do you want to drink?” I open the fridge. “I got root beer.”
She finally looks up at me. “What kind?”
I pull one of the glass bottles out and show her the label of her favorite brand.
“How… Is this another thing you asked me on our wedding night?”
Her attitude is understandable, but it still pisses me off that it’s her first assumption.
