Jasper POV
The door slammed so hard I almost felt the walls shake. Emma stormed out, stomping her feet, ignoring me completely as if I were nothing. Nothing.
“Damn it!” I yelled, kicking the chair in the middle of the room. “f**k, Emma!” I grabbed a glass off the table and threw it against the wall, watching the shards scatter across the floor. “You belong to me, damn it! You always have, and you always will, no matter what it takes! No matter what I have to do!”
I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me, but then my eyes caught something on the floor, and I froze. There it was—a delicate black thong, forgotten in the corner near the bed.
I bent down slowly and picked up the piece of fabric. Her scent was still there—sweet, provocative. My breathing grew heavier as
