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156 pages, Kindle Edition
Published May 18, 2026

As I head to my car, nursing my headache and my wounded pride, one question keeps circling in my mind: when Barrett pushed me through that drape last night, was he trying to hurt me? Or was he about to kiss me back?
The problem is the way he responded to me. The sounds he made, the way his body arched, the desperate grip of his fingers on my shoulder. He gave himself over to it completely, no holding back, no pretense. And that surrender, that raw honesty, did something to me that I can’t explain away as easily as adrenaline. I liked it. I liked making him lose control. I liked the power of it, the way his cocky mouth went slack and his eyes went unfocused and he just took what I gave him.
“Jesus, Rowan.” My first name on his lips makes something feral wake up in my chest.
“Stop,” I say sharply. “Don’t touch yourself. Leave that to me.” His hand stills immediately, and then it’s back on my thigh, gripping hard. The instant obedience sends a rush of power through me so intense I almost come right then. He follows my orders. He listens to me. This cocky, infuriating man who pushes every boundary and never backs down is letting me control him, and it’s intoxicating.
I’m also terrified to look at Rowan. Terrified of what I’ll see. If his eyes are full of lust, it’ll confirm that what happened between us was real and something we’re going to have to deal with. If his eyes are indifferent, it’ll mean it didn’t matter to him the way it mattered to me. And I don’t know which option scares me more.
The thought crashes into me like a fist to the sternum: Kane Dalton is mine. Not just for tonight. Not just for this weekend. That arrogant, infuriating, self-assured asshole who’s been pushing my buttons is mine, and I’m never letting anyone else have him. The possessiveness is irrational and overwhelming, but I can’t fight it. Don’t want to fight it. I just want to keep him exactly like this, beneath me, full of my cum, making those perfect sounds.
“No one gets to touch you but me. No one gets to fuck you but me. You’re mine, Kane. And I think you already know that.”