When I got home from Alessandro’s, I had one thing on my mind.
Seeing her.
I couldn’t explain it, the way the threat of someone taking her from me made me want to dominate every part of her. To touch her and reassure myself— and her— that she was mine. She didn’t know just how much she was mine yet.
I had a million f*****g things to do. I had to interrogate the boy. I had to scope out Rinaldi’s house tonight. The list was endless— but all I could think about as I pulled into my driveway was touching her skin.
I was barely in control of myself as I stalked off towards the house, and Peter and Deadleg both drifted off and out of sight— knowing there was not a single thing that could keep me from her right this moment. I thought having my mark on her arm would calm the possessive beas
