The moonlight shimmered over the private pool, casting a soft glow on the water. Laughter echoed from the patio where your friends were gathered, their voices blending with the gentle splash of the waves beyond the estate. But your mind wasn’t on them.

Not when you felt his gaze burning into you from across the pool.

You had known this would happen the second you stepped out in the bikini he had bought you—for his eyes only.

He hadn’t said a word when you joined your friends, but his expression had darkened, his hazel eyes sharp, his grip on his drink so tight you thought the glass might shatter.

And now?

Now, you barely made it past the hallway before a strong hand wrapped around your wrist, yanking you into a shadowed corner.

"What did I tell you?" His voice was low, dangerous, sending a shiver down your spine.

You gasped as your back hit the cool stone wall, his broad frame caging you in. His white thobe had long been discarded, leaving him in only his loose linen pants, his golden skin heated from the jealousy simmering beneath it.

"I—" You barely got a word out before his hand slid up your thigh, his fingers pressing into your skin, possessive.

"I gave you a mansion so only I could see you like this," he growled, his lips brushing against your ear. "And yet, you let them look at what belongs to me?"

Your breath hitched as his grip tightened, pulling you flush against him, heat radiating between your bodies.

"No one was looking—"

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Don’t lie to me, ya hayati."

His fingers trailed up, ghosting over your bare waist, his touch slow, deliberate—torturous. Your skin burned where he touched, every nerve on fire.

"Tell me," he murmured, his nose grazing your jawline, "do you like testing me?"

You couldn’t respond. Not when his lips finally met your throat, pressing a slow, lingering kiss that made your knees weak.

"Because if you do," he whispered, his teeth grazing your pulse, "then you should know—I don’t share."