She lifts the lid carefully.
“Ooohhh!” her eyes sparkle.
“You may not be willing to jump in with both feet into the more extreme lifestyle––and it’s all good because neither am I––but I like the idea of collaring you. I just figured a leather collar with metal studs might not be your style.”
“You’re right,” she laughs.
“I thought a classy choker might be more up your alley.”
It’s a pretty wide choker made with Swarovski crystals set on stainless steel. Even if they’re crystals and not diamonds, the stones shine bright under the light.
“This is such an eye-catching piece, I might have to wear it outside of the club,” her eyes are riveted to her gift.
“There’s more.”
Her gaze darts up to mine. “Are you spoiling me, Mr. Berkshire?”
“Maybe a little,” I wink. “There’s another box in there for you.” She reaches out for the silver bag, but I stop her. “Not that one. Not yet.”
She cocks an eyebrow. “Oh, you’re up to no good tonight.”
“You have no idea, dumpling.” My grin is lethal.
“I just hope I can keep up.”
“So far you’ve proven you can.”
She grins.
She pulls out the second smaller box and drops it on the coffee table. She lifts the lid with as much caution as she did earlier. Her lips stretch into a wide smile. She meets my gaze and just shakes her head.
“The idea is for you to wear them together when we’re here—”
“That way everyone knows I’m yours?”
“Yeah. Not that I’d hesitate to fight any man who thinks he can beckon your attention, but I’d rather not,” I say.
“With a pendant that reads ‘Blade’s’ hanging from my neck, I doubt any man would be foolish enough.”
I also got her a round pendant with my club name engraved on it. It’s not a precious metal, but the stainless steel jewelry goes well with the choker.
I admit, it’s a little alpha-possessive, but at Dark Compulsion, I can get away with it.
“Can you help me, I’d love to try them on,” Kyla says.
Pride washes over me.
“Of course.”
She hands me the pendant and turns around.
I brush her silky hair over her shoulder and fasten it.
“Can you also help me with the choker?”
“You’re going full throttle,” I chuckle.
“You’ve put a lot of thought into these. I’m touched. I can’t wait to see them on me.”