That night, Lily wasn’t sure if she had followed Lucas because she wanted him or because she was scared of him. Maybe both. The biker garage at the far end of the compound was dim and too quiet, and her heart thudded like it wanted out of her chest. The distant rumble of bikes and music from the clubhouse faded behind them.
Lucas stopped and turned, eyes burning into her. “You have been testing me,” he said.
Lily’s throat tightened. “I—I didn’t mean to.”
“Yes, you did.” He stepped closer, heat rolling off him. “You want to know how far I will go for you. How far I will go to keep what is mine.”
Her breath hitched. “Lucas…”
He caught her chin, firm enough that she had no choice but to look up at him. “When you are with me, you are mine. You feel it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
