to us,” he stated simply. “You’re ours, and until such a time as that
changes—which will be fucking never if I have anything to say about it—your
whereabouts are my business.”
eyeroll. “Wow, caveman much?” I asked.
slid to me and before I knew it, he was cutting the SUV down a short back road
and pulling up short, slapping the vehicle into park. “You want me to prove it
to you?” he demanded.
him, wide-eyed, I gaped. “W-what?”
prove that I own your luscious ass, Mare, right now.” He held out his hand.
“Hand over your panties.”
rolled through me. “What? No, I’m not going to do that.” I glanced around the
street, but thankfully it seemed deserted. Still, this wasn’t exactly private.
you are,” he replied, keeping that hand up, palm out. “Give me your underwear
and if I find them as dry as the Sahara, then I’ll retract my claim of
There was no fucking way they’d be dry. My panties were soaked. Had been since
the moment he’d shown up at the library, hovering over Ben like an angry
warrior protecting its territory. Maybe it was weird that I found his
possessiveness such a turn on, but who the fuck cared? I looked away from his
give you my panties here,” I said, my voice lowering. “Someone could walk by.”
his head. “You don’t need to concern yourself with that,” he said. “You let me
worry about whether or not we’ll get caught. You think I don’t know where to
get you alone?” He dropped his hand and unclipped his seatbelt to lean across
the console. “I know every nook and fucking cranny of this city, Mare. I know
where I need to get you alone,” he said, his breath hot on my cheek. My thighs
clenched automatically while his lips turned up at the corners. He fucking knew
what he was doing to me. “We’ve been watching you for a long time, my little
brat.” He reached down and unclipped my seatbelt. “Now, hand over your fucking
panties and let me see if my little girl’s pussy is as wet as I think it is.”
I fucking pulsed. Staring into his commanding
gaze, my heart thundered in my chest. My fingers shook as I dipped them to the
top of my pants. Closing my eyes for a brief respite from his eyes, I inhaled a
breath. Shoving my pants down, I struggled to get out of my shoes and slipped
them over my hips until I was clad in nothing more than my t-shirt, jacket, and
the panties Ian was so interested in.
waiting, Mare.” There it was. That reminder of what he expected.
lip, I shoved the thin pair of satiny briefs down my legs, ripping them off and
balling them up in my fist as I pressed my thighs closer together. I debated
throwing them at him, and as if he could sense my intention, the bastard shook
his head and grinned. “In my hand, sweetheart,” he directed. “Place them in the
center of my palm.”
forward, my whole body shivering in anticipation. I held my hand with the
crumpled panties in my fist over his and with each finger that released the
fabric, my heart rate kicked up another notch. Finally, they were dropped in
his hand and I sat back, watching with wide eyes as he lifted them to his nose
and inhaled deeply, his eyes closing as if he were taking in the most exquisite
aroma. When they reopened and centered on me, he smiled. “Oh, baby,” he said,
“you really are mine, aren’t you?” Leaning forward he tucked the panties into
his back pocket. “You can put your pants and shoes back on, Mare. We’ve got to
get you home.”
stared at him. He couldn’t be fucking serious.
low. “You’ve got work early in the morning, sweetheart. Consider this your
punishment for not giving them to me when I asked. Maybe next time you’ll be
the good girl I know you can be and do what I say the first time I say it.”