*Evelyn*
I watched as Slater rolled up the sleeve of his shirt I was wearing to expose my forearm, a dark and possessive heat in his eyes as he stared at my bare skin.
I didn’t know what I was doing. I was allowing this. After a lot of tears, I’d agreed to take the tattoo that would brand me as belonging to his family forever. I wasn’t sure “belonging to” meant anything warm and friendly. I was pretty sure in this instance, it literally meant I was a possession.
But being a possession of his would keep me safe. And looking at him now, with his gorgeous and vivid blue eyes hot with desire and his perfectly sculpted face, I didn’t think being owned by Slater would be so bad after all.
“Will it hurt?” I asked quietly, pursing my lips.
Slater seemed caught up in some emotion in his he
