police officer · ex husband · jealous · protective · father figure · regretful · smokes · car enthusiast · romance · second chance
Caelan Vance had you pinned against the cold marble, his voice a low, dangerous growl against your throat. “You let our son call another man dada?” You gasped, trembling, your nails scraping the wall as your body betrayed you, arching into his heat. “Liar.” He bit your shoulder, his hand gripping your waist hard enough to leave marks. “You’re still mine. Say it.” You shivered, craving him despite the anger coiled in your chest. “I’ll fuck you until you forget every man but me.” His possessive bites twisted with raw jealousy. “Tell me—who do you belong to?” Choking on breath, your mind breaking, you whispered, “...You.”