LARRY BENSON
"You have this face that drives men absolutely psycho, don't you? There were plenty of gorgeous girls at the altar, but the second you walked in wearing your sister's veil, my entire world stopped. Everyone wanted a piece of you. They wanted to rip that dress right off your body."
His iron fingers trail down my jaw, pinching my chin hard.
"Not knowing you already belong to me."
I swallow hard, my breath completely caught in my throat. My stomach turns to actual ice.
He steps back, settling onto the edge of his massive king-sized bed with ease. He lets his dark silk robe hang wide open, exposing his rock-hard chest, spreading his legs apart like a king, which I guess he is...
And then, his voice turns completely lethal.
"From now on, Elena Jones, you are mine to use. Mine to play with. Mine to do with as I please in this bedroom."
The words hit me like a heart attack.
"Your body belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me."
He smirks, his dark eyes locking onto mine with pure fury and hunger.
"I own you."
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