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Her heart pounded.This wasn’t just about keeping her safe.This was him claiming her.Publicly.Without apology.She turned in his arms, her hands flattening against his chest.
“You didn’t have to—” Sophie began.
“Yeah, I did.”His eyes softened.“I couldn’t save my sister, Soph.But I swear to you, no one’s ever gonna lay a damn finger on you again.Not while I’m breathing.”
Emotion swelled hot behind her eyes.“You’re gonna make me cry,” she whispered.
Diesel brushed her cheek with his rough fingers.“No crying.Not today,” he told her.
Then he reached into the pocket of his worn leather jacket.
“Actually, there’s something else,” he added.
Sophie blinked as he pulled out a small black velvet box.Her pulse skittered.
“Diesel...”
He popped it open.Inside lay a simple silver ring.No diamonds.No flash.Just clean lines and timeless weight.It was exactly what she would’ve chosen herself.Diesel’s gaze burned into hers.
“Be my old lady, Sophie.”The words came rough but sure, spoken from a place deeper than pride or tradition.“Not because of the club.Not because of what you survived.But because I want you.Every day.Every damn night.I want you wearing my ring, knowing you’re mine and I’m yours.I want this life with you,” he said.
Sophie’s vision blurred.
She didn’t hesitate.“Yes,” she breathed.“God, yes.”
Diesel let out a harsh breath of relief, hauling her tight against him as their mouths met.
The kiss was nothing polite or reserved.It was raw and claiming, the kind that sent sparks shooting through every inch of her body.
When he finally pulled back, their foreheads pressed together, both of them trembling.
“Put it on me,” she whispered.
Diesel’s hands weren’t steady as he slid the ring onto her finger.When it settled there, a perfect fit, she let out a shaky laugh.
“You’re stuck with me now,” she told him.
He growled low, backing her against the shop’s door.
“Sweetheart, I’ve been stuck since the first time you smiled at me,” Diesel said.
Their laughter faded into another heated kiss.By the time they drove home to her apartment, Sophie’s nerves thrummed with anticipation.
She barely made it through the doorway before Diesel spun her into his arms again.
“Gonna show you how much I mean it,” he rasped.
“Then do it,” she dared, voice breathless.
They kissed all the way to the bedroom, shedding layers as they went.Jacket, boots, his shirt falling to the floor.
Diesel handled her like something both precious and wild, lifting her to sit on the edge of the bed.His gaze roamed over her hungrily, as if memorizing every inch.
“You’re beautiful,” he said hoarsely.“Mine.”
Sophie cupped his face, heart swelling so full she thought it might burst.
“Yes.Yours,” she whispered.
