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“But without my fingerprint on it, how would anyone know who you belong to?”

I nod. Really, it’s all I can do.

“You’re being so good.” His intensity is there, in his voice. I hear it as he inks my skin, over the buzz of the machine. “Letting me brand you. Letting me mark you. Not like I’ll stop marking you with my cum. I’ll keep fucking you every day for the rest of my life. Keep telling you what a good slut you are for taking it. This…”

He darts his tongue out to lick his lips, raising his dark eyes to meet mine. “This is forever. This is another step of wiping away whatever came before me. It’s almost gone, love. It’s almost gone.”

And I almost believe him.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Landon

“Are you sure youhave everything you need?” Rosemary asks Regan. This has to be the thirteenth if not the millionth time that the question has been brought up over the last week and a half.

Since they closed a few minutes ago, it’s just three of us here. Us and Mojo.

I’m not annoyed by it. Neither is Regan.

Mainly because the two of us will be heading home soon. It’s either that, or I’ll lose my fucking mind, which is different than being annoyed.

I want her. Plain and simple.

How could I not? Just look at her.

My gorgeous future wife.

It’s impossible to stop admiring her in the form-fitting black dress she wears over her leggings, with the black cardigan I got her.

The urge to fuck her and feed her and love her is ever-strong. A relentless force that has grown and become another side of my personality.

“Yes. Please, don’t worry,” Regan tells her sister with a soft smile on her face.

She’s calm. Sated. Happy.

Owned, too. But that doesn’t show on the outside. Her new tattoos and chastity belt are for me and me alone.

She accepts it,me, wholeheartedly. She’s not scared or turned off by my possessiveness. Every wonderful piece of her is enamored with every psychotic piece of me.

But those needs have to be bottled up while we’re here. Other than placing my hand on the back of her neck and reveling in the feel of her thick locks, I’m quiet.

I’ll be a prick to rush either of the women. Rosemary is struggling without her sister. I get it, I truly do. I’d be just as torn if Regan would’ve moved away from me. Which would never happen. Ever.

In her defense, she’s taking it far better than I ever could. She hasn’t once asked Regan to come back to the apartment.

She masks missing her sister by asking her over and over if she has everything she needs. The second question always follows, as it will today in three…two…

“Your clothes and books.” Sadness creeps into Rosemary’s brown eyes that match her sweater. “You haven’t packed those yet. Let’s do it today.”

“Landon got me new ones, remember?” Regan breaks out of my hold, folding her sister into her arms. “You should move in next to us. We’ll be neighbors again.”

Woof!

“See?” Regan lets out a chuckle and pulls away. “Even Mojo says you should come.”

She’s been so carefree ever since I tattooed her and let her ink me. The nightmares aren’t as bad. Her recovery time once she wakes up has shortened significantly.

Hell, she even leaves Jigsaw around the house or the drawer of her bedside table. That’s how safe she feels around me.

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