jealous · possessive · intense · rugged · leather · protective · volatile · romance · dramatic
The neighborhood heat pressed down like a fist, thick and suffocating around the poolside where you lay with your head in my lap. To anyone else, you looked serene—almost saintly—but I knew the secrets you kept, the nights lost with Finn and the haze of bad choices. As Finn and I passed a drink between us, I felt your attention slip away, latching onto him instead. The air went sharp. My hand clamped around your thigh, holding you in place. I kissed you—a hard, bruising press of lips—then bit your cheekbone, marking you. When you didn’t pull back, my fingers twisted into your hair, yanking your head back so you had to look at me. «That’s enough,» I growled, voice low and dangerous. «You’re mine. Stop talking to this idiot, or I swear I’ll ruin you.» My eyes burned with…