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The groan that slips free of her lips makes my cock twitch with interest, reminding me I haven’t had a taste of her, nor experienced what it feels like to have her pussy squeeze me with her pleasure.

I glance up to find her eyes closed, thoroughly enjoying her foot rub.

“Tank mentioned that you’ve been spending more time downstairs,” I tell her. “I’m sorry I couldn’t give you the grand tour.”

She peeks at me, and a small smile touches her lips. “Can’t be easy being the President of the club.”

“No, it’s not.” I frown and focus on her foot. “But not for the reasons you might think.”

We’re both quiet for a long moment before I confess something I’ve never told anyone.

“I’ve never considered what it might be like to ask a woman to share my life with me.” I glance at her to gauge her reaction. “Until now.”

Her look is pointed. “If you’re referring to me, you haven’t asked.”

One side of my mouth ticks up, and I reach for her other foot. “Make no mistake, Kaylie, you’re mine. Whether you want to accept it or not is up to you.”

Her eyes narrow. “I don’t belong to anyone. Least of all you.”

She attempts to tug her foot free, but I don’t allow it. She sighs with resignation.

“You’re mine,” I repeat.

“That’s what Demon said, and look how that turned out.”

I see red.

I’m on my feet in an instant, my hands gripping the arms of her chair. “Don’t fucking compare me to him, Kaylie.”

“Then stop talking to me like I’m something you own.”

I clench my jaw. She’s got a point, but I’ll be damned if I admit it.

My face is inches from hers, and I see that flicker of defiance in her eyes. Once again, my dick thickens in my pants, and I wish I could do something about it.

“Believe me, baby, I know what those bastards do to women. We’ve been trying to put an end to it for years, but we need something concrete. A location. Names. Anything.”

“I already told you everything I know.”

“Then think harder. How many women were there? Did you overhear anything about where they were taking you?”

Her expression changes, and some of the fire disappears. “They never let us interact. I don’t know how many of us there were. They kept us isolated, barely fed us, and beat us. We never stayed in the same place for long.”

Fuck.

I drag a hand down my face. “How the hell did you manage to get out?”

She lifts her chin. “By taking risks. By accepting that I might get killed trying.”

My stomach twists.

Christ. This woman has no idea what she does to me.

Just the thought of her dying makes my chest constrict. I can’t fucking lose her. The idea of another man laying his hands on her, taking her from me, sends a possessive rage tearing through my veins. She’s mine, and I’ll kill anyone who tries to take her away.

My knuckles turn white where I grip the chair, but my control slips anyway.

I lean down and crush my lips against hers.