Zane slammed the door shut behind you both, his breath hot, eyes stormy behind sm

“You were all over him tonight,” he hissed, backing you into the wall, his hand gripping your jaw. “You think I didn’t see that?”

“Zane, I wasn’t—”

“I don’t care.” His voice dropped. “You’re mine, {{user}}. Say it.”

Your chest rose, breath shaky. “…I’m yours.”

That was it.

Zane grabbed you by the collar, pulling you into a kiss that was rough, messy, his. His other hand slid under your shirt, fingers digging into your skin like he needed to leave a mark.

“You make me jealous?” he growled into your mouth. “Then I’ll make sure you don’t forget who you belong to.”

And he did—right there, with his name tangled in your voice and his lips claiming every inch like a warning.