Dargan’s POV
“Ann?” Ashley sniped and gave me a sidelong glare that would have shriveled the d**k of a lesser man. I never pegged myself as a person who liked jealousy, especially when it was uncalled for. But the hint of possessiveness and warning in her tone – the one that said: “It better not be some ex or mistress!” – made a smile spread across my lips.
Fucking perfect!
I stopped, curled my arm around her waist, and pulled her close. Before she could protest, I closed my lips over hers and kissed her. The kiss was hard and possessive, leaving no doubt in her mind to whom I belonged to. And without the ability to think, she curled her fingers into my hair and kissed me back with equal fever. Branding me as hers!
I was hers!
Without breaking the kiss, I backed her up against a wall,
