Page 78 of Now You're Mine

The minute we step inside the living room, I whirl to face him, unable to stand the heavy silence between us. “Why did you say that I should’ve been worried?”

His gaze pierces mine, unwavering and unapologetic. “Because you know who I really am and what I’m capable of.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. “What does that mean exactly?”

“You and this baby are all I’ve ever wanted, all I ever dreamed of having. For you to take that from me…” He shakes his head and briefly closes his eyes. “You must hate me to hurt me that much.”

“I never meant to. I know I did inadvertently, but it wasn’t my intention.” I reach out to grasp his hand. “Please believe me.”

Hayden pulls me to him and I go willingly, unable to resist the pull he has on me. After cupping my cheek, he places his thumb along my jaw to hold me in place. “I do believe you.”

I scrunch my face in confusion. “Then why did you say that you didn’t want to do this in public? What is ‘this’?”

“Fuck you.”

My lips part on a gasp. Hayden is quick to take advantage of my surprise, slamming his mouth to mine, his tongue driving between my lips. My pulse accelerates even more when he wraps his arm around my back and forces our bodies together. His cock digs into my belly, making my pussy flutter.

I pull away first to suck air into my lungs. His eyes burn with hunger and passion, a bright flame that steals the breath I just took. When I start to say something, his fingers dig into my hip to stop me.

Hayden hauls me into the hallway and slams my back against the wall. He covers my body with his, pressing into me, the heat of his skin burning me. Sweat breaks out on my forehead and my cheeks grow flushed, but it’s nothing compared to the fevered look in his eyes.

I can taste the fire in his kiss and feel it in his demanding grip. My head is swimming when he finally jerks his head back. He grinds into me and I moan softly. His nostrils flare as he devours me with his gaze, his hands roaming my body. I've been starved for his touch.

For him.

He slides his hand into my hair and fists a handful. His touch makes me shiver and I turn my head to give him better access. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that won’t be able to walk, let alone run from me,” he murmurs, the sound rumbling in his chest. “First I’m going to own this pussy. Then I’m going to own you.”

He lifts his gaze to mine, his dark, brooding eyes bright with his near-insanity. He grabs my jaw, forcing me to meet his stare. “Do you hear me, Mrs. Bennett?”

“Yes, Mr. Bennett.”

His hold on me grows tight enough to bruise. He doesn’t give me time to recover, slamming his mouth back onto mine. I kiss him back, sliding my arms around his neck, and arch into him, rubbing my breasts against his hard chest.

Hayden pulls away with a hiss. He swings me into his arms and marches toward the bedroom. His strength and determination make me weak. I lie helpless but eager in his embrace until he sets my feet on the floor.

Then he’s ripping my clothes from my body. I wince at first, but soon every sound of material being torn fills me with anticipation. Hayden’s violent actions have me trembling by the time I’m naked.

He freezes. He stares. And then he sinks to his knees before me.

“Hayden, what...?”

He grips the backs of my thighs, his fingers digging into my skin, and leans forward to place a lingering kiss on my tattoo. Followed by my slightly rounded belly. “If you told me to crawl, I would. If you told me to die for you, I would. And if you tell me to live for you, I will.” He presses his cheek against thigh with an exhale. “I’ll do anything for you and this baby, Callie.”

I run my fingers through his hair while my emotions threaten to choke me. “I don’t want to be responsible for that kind of power over you.”

“You already are.”

“I'm sorry,” I whisper.

Hayden rises, the muscles in his arms and shoulders straining the material of his shirt. “I’m not. Because you’re mine. You’re always going to be mine. I will always chase you and bring you back to me.”

My throat aches, and the tears in my eyes make my vision blurry. “You’re willing to chase me forever?”

“Yes. I’m willing to fight for you. Because you’re worth it.”

“I love you.” It’s all I can manage, but it’s everything I have.

He makes a pained sound as his hands slide up my ribcage. He palms my breasts and my nipples harden against his palms. I tilt my head back to accommodate the deep, bruising kiss he gives me. It’s punishing. It’s desperate.

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