Page 45 of Sunshine & Ink

CHAPTER 15

Raker

Sunni could shoot me a thousand times and I’d still just throw her over my shoulder and drag her back home with me, but then I looked down at her and the entire breath was knocked from my body.

She’s pregnant.

And impossibly beautiful, her tiny belly swollen, her perky little tits heavy now, straining against her white tank top, each nipple a deep, dusky pink.

For a moment, all the air in the world is squeezed from my lungs and I can’t catch a breath, my ears ringing.

Who the fuck woulddareto touch Sunni with my marks on her?

My heart is squeezing tight in my chest and for one fucking grim-ass moment I think I’m about to stroke out, boiling red fury rising in my vision.

“Sunni—what thefuck—who?”

There are two pink spots on her cheeks.

“My fiancé,” she says defiantly. “I’m engaged now.”

Red fills my vision, and I choke back my rage with an effort.

It can’t be true

But she puts that slim, pretty little hand in front of my face, the hand that’s been around my cock more times than I can count, wrapped tight around my neck in a breathless hug, cupped my goddamnballsuntil they emptied in her palms. And there’s a ring on her finger, a pretty band with a little sparkling stone.

“Sunni, are you fucking shitting me? What the fuck have you been doing? Tell me his name!”

“No,” she said coolly. “It has nothing to do with you, Raker. I love him and I’m going to marry him.”

“Youcannotbe with another man!” I bit out, my voice hoarse with rage as my fingers tighten on her wrist. “You know goddamn well what’s on your body. You’re covered inmymark, Sunni. No man on Resurrected could be fool enough to touch you with my mark on you. It would be adeathwish. Now tell me his name.”

“I won’t tell you anything. All you need to know ishewants to marry me.”

It was like being goddamn punched in the heart, like she had ripped it from my chest and pulverized it between her fingers. Sunni wiggled her fingers in front of me again, then crossed them over her chest, like she wanted to hide her body from me.

Who thefuck

My lungs rattled with fury and I forced myself to breathe slowly as she tried to yank her wrist from my grip.

I let her go, but reluctantly, my fingers already feeling the loss.

She backed up, but I stepped forward, my hands craving to touch her, my fingers itching to ink more lines into her skin.

“This street is Souls territory,” she said, her tiny hand instinctively cradling her big belly, making my stomach tense and roil with nausea.

Itcouldn’tbe possible. Surely any man would know to touch a woman with my goddamn name on her thigh was fucking dangerous. “You should go or we’ll get their Prez.”

I bared my teeth as the blood flowed down my arm, dripped down my cut. “I’d love to see Seek try to keep me from a woman I marked up.”

“I don’t belong to you anymore,” she shot back at me. “I’m growing another man’s baby. I’m getting the family you didn’t give a shit about. So leave me alone now.”

I unsuccessfully bit back a flood of angry rage.

“I don’t care whose baby this is,” I said. “You are coming with me.”

Even though my gut was cold and sick with jealousy, I knew I would take Sunni, no matter what. And when I found this man who dared to touch her. . .

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