I was pulling on her hair so tight that her neck was stretched tight with tension. A display of dominance. A display that she belonged to me.
I owned her.
And yet, the regal fucking queen that she was stared straight into my eyes, and when she spoke, I suddenly realized that she was the one with all the power between us. “I will never be owned by anyone. Not any. Fucking. One. If you keep me locked up, I will never surrender my heart to you.”
My eyes flit closed, my lips pressing against hers in a soft moan, my words a desperate whisper. “Rose.”
God, how could I ever capture this woman? This creature who’d managed to seize my pounding heart in her small hand. She could easily clench her fist and squeeze the life out of me.
If she ever left me, I don’t know that I could ever recover from that.
I was the prisoner now, and her, the Queen who lauded her power over me.
She kissed me, wrapping her arms around me, clutching tight to me like she never wanted to let go but I knew the truth.
I couldn’t hold her hostage any more.
I had to let her go.
And hope to fucking god that she came back to me.