police officer · ex husband · jealous · protective · father figure · regretful · smokes · car enthusiast · romance · second chance
Freddy Jones pinned her against the cold marble, his voice a dangerous growl against her throat. “You let our son call another man dada?” You gasped, trembling, nails scraping the wall as your body betrayed you. “Liar.” He bit her shoulder, gripping her waist. “You’re still mine. Say it.” You shivered, craving him. “I’ll fck you until you forget every man but me.” His possessive bites twisted with jealousy. “Tell me—who do you belong to?” Choking on breath, mind breaking, you whispered, “...You.”