Page 215 of Intense
“That isn’t how this is going. You’re mine, love.”
My heart flutters wildly.
I slip from his hold and wander down the hallway until I find his office. Shelves climb high with books and medical journals, leather-bound volumes older than either of us. Wooden desk, polished floor.
His footsteps follow close behind.
I trail my hand across the desk until he spins me to face him.
“Does this feel like home?”
I set my coffee down on his paperwork, placing both hands on his chest, feeling his heart pick up under my palms.
I smile. “Anywhere you are is now my home, Finn.”
His expression darkens as he nods. “I feel that way too. But, I do have to go away for a little while, love.”
My smile falters. “Where? Not prison, I hope.”
He runs his fingers through my hair.
“To London. There’s a man there, the one who tried to kill Conan. The one who killed my father. The family who fucking ruined me.” His jaw grinds, rage simmering in every muscle.
“You’re going to kill him?”
He chuckles low.
“Kill? We’re going to make him wish he was never fucking born. We’re going to torture him and every one of his men until they’re begging for death. It’s not just a kill, love. This is ending a war that’s gone on for decades.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me.
“That’s hot, hearing you speak like that. I bet your enemies are petrified of you.”
A shiver runs through me. My husband is terrifying.
“I’d like to think so. Conan is the one they fear most because of his size and his fury. I’m the quiet one they know will slit their throats.”
I drag my finger along his neck.
“Oh yeah? You like it messy?” I bite down hard on his skin, tasting him.
“Sometimes. Depends on where the mood takes me,” he says with a menacing grin.
He lifts me onto the desk, spreading my legs open.
“I really should get some more clothes delivered here.” I flutter my lashes.
“Already one step ahead of you,” he says with a wink.
“Good. Because I’ll need outfits for London.”
His expression shuts down.
“No.” His voice is firm.
“No? You’re telling your wife no?”
I snap my legs closed, but he growls and yanks them back apart with a sharp tut.
