Maisie
"Soren, let me go," I said, yanking hard at this grip, but there was no bite in my voice. I knew it was pathetic, but I was worried. He had slammed down the walls from the end of the bond so I wouldn’t feel his pain, I knew he was still hurting.
The back of his shirt was soaked with blood.
But his grip was tight and I knew this had to do with what Bastian said. He was pissed off, and even if I was blinded by his hurt, I knew he didn’t have the right to put his hands on me like this.
Appearances be damned.
"You’re hurting me," I said when his grip only tightened possessively as he strode toward the sleek black car still waiting in the reserved parking space.
And with a low, feral sound that sent the hairs on my skin rising, he pressed me back against the car, caging me in completely.
Vaguely, I noticed the Jericho, Mercer and Quinlan hadn’t followed. Though, I could feel their anger shimmering through the bond, too.
Sweat lined Soren’s too-pale skin. And his eyes were black. Pitch black, with something dark and terrifying and I knew it was more than Soren staring back at me through those eyes.
Rather than make me cower, my body tingled with heat, and I hated that, too.
His hands dug into my hipbone, branding me through my skirt. "You want to explain what the hell he was talking about?" He crushed me into his chest. "Up close and personal?!"
The last words dropped with barely leashed violence and my hands braced against his chest, the only way I could shield myself from him. "It wasn’t like that!"
Another savage snarl tore from his throat. "You let him see you. He saw what’s mine. Your breasts. That dimple on your ass. He looked at what belongs to me."
I shoved at his chest. "Yours? Get over yourself, Soren. I am not your anything! And I didn’t let him do anything. He broke into my bedroom last night!"
"And you failed to mention that particular detail?!"
"And why should I have told you? Since when do I owe you the details of every moment of my life?!" I growled.
"Since the moment your silence put your life in danger, Adams!" He was shaking with fury. "If you had spoken to any of us, we would’ve been prepared for it. And avoided all of this shit. Fuck. What if I hadn’t gotten there in time?"
He was right, but I was too stubborn to cede to his point. "You confuse me, Soren. One minute it’s about some other guy seeing my naked body, and the next, it’s about my life being in danger. You objectify me and hide under the guise of care, treat me like property even if we both known damned well I’m not—"
He caught my chin roughly, forcing my face up to his. The touch sent a traitorous spark straight down my spine, heat pooling low in my stomach despite everything.
"Until the divorce is finalized, every inch of you is mine. Mine to touch. Mine to fuck. Mine to bruise. Corrupt. Ruin. Destroy, if I damned well please. I have been very lenient. Patient. I’ve indulged your delusions for long enough."
He dragged his thumb roughly over my lips. "I’m not a very patient man, May. I am no Quinlan. Or fucking Jericho. Keep testing me and I’ll bend you over this hood right here in the rain and fuck you so deep you’ll need reconstructive surgery just to get my cock out of you."
My nostrils flared and my insides clenched hard enough that I felt it all the way to my toes.
His nails dug into my cheeks. "Now, explain to me what the fuck happened last night."
My face felt too hot and my chest too tight. With anger. And so, I said, "I was in the bathroom. I heard a knock on the window. And I let Bastian inside. So he could fuck me against the bathroom wall. Best sex I ever had in my life."
Soren’s eyes went blank.
Empty.
Terrifying.
And then, in a blink, he spun me around, trapping my hands behind my back with one hand. My breasts hit the back door of the car and a gasp tore from as his chest met my back, his hips grinding into my ass, his cock thick and unmistakably hard between each cheek.

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