Eugene's POV
My fingers gripped the iron railing of the balcony so hard the metal groaned beneath my palm.
Down on that f*****g crowded dance floor, she was moving against him. I watched the boy’s hands—those young, useless hands—resting firmly on the curve of her waist, pulling her closer into his space. Every single muscle in my body went totally rigid, a violent, primitive rage roaring through my veins like a wildfire. I didn't give a f**k that I was supposed to be the disciplined adult. I didn't give a f**k about the rules of our little contract. Seeing another man touching what belonged to me entirely turned me into an absolute savage.
She was mine. I had marked every single inch of her skin, broken through her innocence on my own desk, and heard her scream my name in total surren
