Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 127933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
“I’m all yours,” he promised, his voice like velvet and sin, making my knees feel weak. His hand slid lower, grazing my collarbone before trailing even further, sending shivers through me. “You’ve infected every corner of my mind,” he continued, his lips brushing over my neck now, leaving a scorching trail in their wake. “I’ve never wanted someone like this—never needed someone in this way.”
He pulled back just enough so that I could see his face, his eyes burning with something raw and untamed. “You’ve made me a madman,” he confessed, a truth that sent a rush of heat through me.
“And you know what else?”
I blinked, still caught in the intensity of his presence. “What?”
“They never had me working countless hours on the design of a ring.”
I frowned slightly. “I don’t have a ring.”
He tilted his head, that dark grin widening as he reached into his pocket. “Don’t you?”
Before I could say anything, he pulled out a small black box, his gaze locked on mine. My breath hitched as he slowly opened it, revealing the most striking ring I had ever seen—deep red, like blood on black steel. It wasn’t just a ring; it was a declaration, a claim. The rich crimson stone glowed darkly in the candlelight, surrounded by intricate black detailing that made it look both regal and dangerous, just like him. I glanced from the ring to his face, my heart pounding in my chest.
“You already have my name and crest on your skin,” he murmured. “You’ll have every title I can give. You deserve this too.”
He held the box out to me, the weight of the moment settling between us. The ring wasn’t just an object; it was a final, tangible symbol of his obsession and commitment.
“You’re mine, aren’t you?” His words were more than a question. His gaze held me captive, the fire in his eyes burning through any hesitation I might’ve had.
I nodded once. “I am.”
A slow, devilish grin spread across his face as he reached into the box, taking the ring from its velvet cushion. His touch was deliberate, his movements slow as he slid the ring onto my finger where it seemed to tighten.
“Perfect,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine. He tossed the empty box aside carelessly, the clatter of it barely registering as his hand took hold of my face, tilting it up toward him. I opened my mouth to speak, but then hesitated, the weight of the unspoken hanging between us.
“Alex, you know that we’re—.” The words caught in my throat along with the reality of what we were.
“Family?” He finished the sentence, his voice soft but laced with amusement. “Does us being family stop you from wanting me?” He leaned in closer, his lips lightly brushing against mine. “Has it stopped your pussy from being wet for me?”
His words made my pulse race, I tried to look away, but his grip on my chin tightened, forcing me to hold his gaze.
“No,” I answered honestly, my voice barely audible.
He smirked, satisfied. “That’s what I thought.” His lips brushed against mine again, a tease, a promise of what was to come. "You belong to me—blood or not." He kissed me fully then, and the world seemed to fall away, leaving just the two of us—him, with his dark possession, and me, willingly giving in.
I kissed him back with everything I had, my arms winding around his neck as if I could pull him closer, as if I needed him to be part of me. He moved me to the bed with ease, his hands slipping beneath my dress to cup the back of my thighs, lifting me like I weighed nothing.
I broke the kiss abruptly, placing my hand on his chest. “Wait.”
He froze, staring down at me with eyes darker than I’d ever seen. “I’ve waited all damn day for this. I’m close to having a psychotic break.”
I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me, but it only earned me a look from him that made my face heat up instantly. His eyes burned through me, like I’d crossed a dangerous line. I hurried to get out my objection. “Your parents are in this house somewhere,” I said quickly, trying to focus.
My pulse was racing from the feel of him so close, heat gathering between my legs. “And your sister. Does your brother live here too?”
He exhaled sharply, his patience clearly thinning. “No. And why the fuck is that relevant right now?”
I stared at him. “Isn’t that obvious?”
For a moment, there was silence, then a slow, wicked smile curved his lips. His eyes gleamed with that possessive edge I was beginning to understand all too well. “You really think I care about that?” He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear “Let them hear. I want them to. I want the entire Isle to know who you belong to. Whose fucking you and making you feel so good they feel it too.” His grip on my thighs tightened. “If I can’t have that, I’ll settle for just this side of the Isle hearing you scream for me. Our whole damn family included.”