Forever Yours
He then finally pulled back, a dark, angry red mark bloomed right above my breast.
A hickey
A claiming brand everyone would see.
He ran his thumb over it, his touch possessive.
"There" he murmured, his voice lowered and satisfied.
I couldn’t speak or move. I stood still, clutching my dress to my body as he grinned.
“Mia.” A voice called my name, feminine and distant.
And then it hit me...Chelsea.
I turned to look at Sir Mason, but he was already gone. What? How was that even possible?