Page 24 of Toxic Things I Love About You

“Then you stay here.”

Halle dropped her food.

“Engagement?”

I held up my hand.

“Holy shit. Parks, did you see the size of her ring? Wait, did you know that she was engaged to Roman? Wait, why aren’t we announcing this?”

I wiggled my fingers and turned them around to see the sparkle of the rock he’d given me.

“I suppose I really shouldn’t wear this out if I’m not announcing things yet. Too many questions. Uncle Vinny was fishing for certain.”

Roman was over by me before I’d taken my next breath.

“You take that ring off, and I will fucking brand you to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

Halle snickered, but I struggled to find the humor.

“Gee, Roman. Insecure?”

His fingers played at my ear.

“Oh, sweet little butterfly, I can’t be insecure over something that’s addicted to me.”

I huffed and struggled to figure out what the hell I could say to that. Son of a bitch. I was speechless.

“See, princess. I’m not wrong. Now, leave the fucking ring on your finger. Halle? Keep her safe. Busy. I don’t care as long as she is alive when I get home.”

Roman bent down and claimed my lips. When he pulled away, he smirked and woke the dormant volcano of anger within me.

He started to back up, and I reached out and punched him. I missed his dick by a few inches, but the message was clear.

It was also clear when he grabbed me out of my chair and flung me over his shoulder.

“Pardon me. I’ll have her back in a few minutes.”

He pulled me out of my own office as I kicked and screamed and punched his ass.

“Emilee, you’re already in enough trouble. I suggest you stop.”

He stopped at an empty conference room and slammed the door closed. His hand slapped my ass as I protested and damn it if my pussy didn’t react and a telling moan escaped my lips.

He righted me and my feet landed on the floor as he spun me around.

“Put your hands on the table and bend over.”

I did as he asked because the idea of what he might do to me had my pulse picking up like I was running.

“Why? What’s my big bad fiancé going to do to me?”

He leaned into me, forcing my stomach and my breasts to rest on the table.

“I’m going to remind you just who the hell I am. Fiancé or not, I’m still the one that owns you.”

His hand slid down my side.

“I am not something to be owned, asshole. I can leave you and marry anyone I want.”

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