Page 61 of Tamed By You

She’s agreed.

“Good girl.” I wink.

She picks up her torn panties from the floor and stuffs them in my pocket. “Here, call it a souvenir.” She turns to look in the mirror. Smoothing out her hair and brushing her fingertips over her swollen lips.

“Okay, I’ll leave. Give it five minutes before you come back.” To my surprise, she presses a chaste kiss to my lips before she turns to the door, unlocking it. “Oh, and pull up your collar. Looks like you've been bitten by a cat,” she says, giving me a wink and I fight the urge to keep her here and claim her again.

I glance in the mirror and notice the marks she’s referring to. “So, I have. By my very own Ali Cat. She got her claws into me good and proper.”

This girl is making me lose my damn mind, and I'm not even mad about it. I just don't know how I'm meant to leave her and go back to London.

I unfortunately did not get to play peekaboo or hide the sausage with Ali last night. She was so busy keeping Ria from spiraling and doing her bridesmaid duties that it was impossible for her to get away.

I look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, adjust my shirt and bow tie so Ali’s bite mark isn't visible, but damn, did thesight of it turn me on. I love that she's left her mark on me, and I have plans to leave mine on her tonight.

I run a hand over my dark stubble, thinking of all the ways I plan to devour her.

“Fuck this thing,” I hear a very agitated Jack shout from the room.

“Dude, what is with the temper tantrum?” I ask, hands placed on my hips.

“He can’t get his bow tie on,” Brad states as he bends to tie his black dress shoes.

“It’s broken. It can’t be this hard to tie a bit of material,” he grits, as he looks at his reflection in the full-length mirror, attempting to tie it again. I can see he's stressed, so I give him a minute before I attempt to help him.

Jack whips his head round. “What the fuck is that?” His eyes widening.

“What is what?”

“That.” He steps towards me and pulls down my collar, revealing the bite mark.

“Ugh.” I am lost for words.

Shit, say something, you moron.

“Or should I say, who gave you that?” His eyebrow rise in suspicion.

“It’s not a big deal. I’ve been hooking up with this girl and she likes to get a bit feral.”

A wicked grin spreads across Brad’s face. “Oh really? Who’s the girl?” he says from the corner of the suite where he stands putting his jacket on.

I throw him a warning look. “No one you would know.”

“I bet I would.” He winks.

“You don't.” I glare.

“Haz, if you've got a girl, you should have said. She could have come today.”

“Yeah, Haz, such a shame she won't be here today.” The grin is not leaving Brad’s face.

The fucker is enjoying this, and now I’m sweating.

“So, is it serious?” Jack asks, turning back to the mirror to attempt the bow tie again.

“Not really. We hook up and have hung out a few times. She ‘Notebooked’ me the other day, whatever that means.”

Jack turns on his heel to face me. “Oh, you are in deep,” he says, his eyes widening.

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