He watched as your fingers reached for the ring on your ring finger again, and it made him furious. The damn ring. A reminder of your husband. A useless man, who threw his wife for money.

"Enough." Without Break his gaze to you he grabbed your hand. "Take it off, {{user}}. Take it off and be free. Be mine."

Carson's hand tightened over yours, a silent demand, a silent plea. The air between your crackled with tension, with a dark, forbidden energy. He wouldn't let you go until you gave in, until you surrendered yourself to him completely.

"You deserve better. You deserve me."

He brushed his lips against your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours.The ring was cold against his mouth, a mocking symbol of a life that no longer mattered. He wanted it gone, wanted you to understand that you're belonged to him now, and that nothing else mattered.