Owned by the Fighter
Bastian tightened his embrace, one hand gently brushing Belle’s cheek.
“This is the line, Belle,” Bastian whispered, his face now only millimeters from hers. His warm, mint-scented breath brushed against her lips.
“If we do this… if you let me touch you tonight, there’s no turning back,” Bastian said, determination shining in his eyes. “I’ll never let you go, ever. Even if Renee destroys me, or Anthony tries to kill me… I will never let you go. Do you understand?”
Belle’s body trembled hearing that dark, possessive vow. But all logic and reason had already vanished since the moment she impulsively climbed onto Bastian’s motorcycle.
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