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“No,” she says, laughing harder. “I was thinking about the way you marked your territory tonight and how much more you’d need to do at a sex club.”

“I don’t know. I think you’re making fun of me, baby. Showing the world your mine is important. I can’t let fuckers go around thinking they have a shot with you.”

She giggles again.

“Laugh it up while you can, sweetheart. You’re about to get a firm reminder who you belong to.”

“What?” she asks, sobering quickly. I shoot her a predatory grin before throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her into my room.

ChapterNineteen

• LOLA •

One moment, I am pressed against Brady’s front door and the next, I’m landing on a soft mattress. I gaze up in time to see Brady tearing his shirt over his head and watching me with a wolfish stare. Suddenly I can relate to a zebra in the Sahara. Slowly, he strides over to my spot on the bed forcing me to lean back on my hands to be able to meet his eyes.

He runs his hands up the outsides of my thighs before meeting my gaze. “You like this dress, baby?”

“Yes, why?” I ask hesitantly.

“You’ve got about ten seconds to get it off then because if I do it, I can’t promise it will be wearable again.”

“What?” I squeak.

“Tik tok, Lola.”

I grab the hem of my dress and pull it over my head tossing it across the room. “Happy?”

Brady leans his head to the side as he gives me a once over. “Not yet. I won’t be happy until I’ve reminded you and the rest of the world exactly who you belong to.”

“How are you going to do that?” My voice sounds husky even to my own ears.

“You’ll see,” he grins. I find myself scooting back reflexively at the threat. Promise?

“Uh, uh, uh,” he tsks, grabbing my ankles to stop my backwards movement. “Don’t you know never to run from a predator, baby? We love the chase.”

“Brady…” I whisper cautiously as his fingers trail from my ankle to my knees.

“Shhh, I got you sweet girl. Trust me.” With that request, he pounces. If I wanted to know how an out of control kiss with him felt, this is my chance. He’s all teeth and tongue devouring my mouth before he moves to my neck and shoulders. He kisses my sternum, skipping over my breasts before leaving sucking kisses down my stomach. He’s running his hands gently over my body in a stark contrast to the frantic energy of his mouth. The juxtaposition has me squirming beneath him.

When he reaches the top of my thong, he places little bites from hip to hip, causing a whine to slip out of my lips. I lift my pelvis trying to guide him where I want him most.

“Need something, Lola?” he asks.

“Yes, you.”

“Is my girl needy? Does she want me to touch her?” he questions as his hands land on my inner thighs, grazing close but not close enough to my aching core.

“Yes, please,” I breathe.

“Who do you belong to, Lola?”

“You.”

“You sure about that? You were giggling earlier about me marking you as my territory. You positive you want everyone to know you’re mine? That you’re perfect for me? That you’re everything I want and need?”

“Yes, please, Brady.”

“Good answer, baby. Now that you know you belong to me, I’m going to remind everyone else. I am going to make you scream so loud there is no doubt everyone in this building will know who it is that makes you come. Who owns this pretty little pussy.”

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