Page 67 of High Voltage

"Yours."

His hand fists in my hair. "Say it again."

"I'm yours." The words come easier than they should. "Federal agent, ATF investigator, woman who watched you beat a man and didn't stop you. All of it. Yours."

"That's right." His teeth find my throat. "And you're staying."

"Portland transfer. I already chose."

"You chose me over your career track." His hand slides under my shirt, possessive and claiming. "You gave up DC for this. For us. That makes you mine permanently."

I should argue. Should remind him I didn't give up my career, just redirected it. But his hands are stripping off my jacket, my shirt, and the dominance in every movement makes the words die in my throat.

We fuck against the wall. His hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat while his other hand strips my jeans down my hips. There's no gentle preamble, no soft touches—just his fingers finding me wet and ready, then his cock driving into me hard enough that I cry out.

"Quiet," he growls against my ear. "You take what I give you."

I bite down on my lip as he sets a brutal pace, each thrust driving me into the wall. His hand stays locked in my hair, controlling the angle, keeping me exactly where he wants me. The other hand grips my hip hard enough to bruise.

"Mine," he says with each thrust. "Say it."

"Yours," I gasp out.

"Louder."

"Yours." The word comes out broken as he drives deeper, hitting that spot that makes my vision white out. "Fuck—Cole?—"

His teeth sink into my shoulder. The pain mixes with pleasure, sharp and claiming, and I come hard around him with a strangled sound I can't quite suppress.

He follows seconds later, his grip tightening, breath hot against my marked skin.

When he finally pulls out and carries me to the bedroom, I'm marked and satisfied and exactly where I want to be.

Later, with his arm locked around me and his breath steady against my neck, I process the choices that led here. Every line I crossed, every rule I bent, every compromise I made.

I'd do it all again without hesitation.

"Sleep," Cole says against my shoulder.

I close my eyes. Tomorrow I'll deal with the implications, but tonight I'm where I chose to be... with the man who claimed me completely. And the one I claimed right back.