Chapter 7

• Mey’s POV
• Eavesdropping on Lucas wasn’t the smartest decision, but curiosity got the better of me. There I was, ear pressed to the door trying to make words out of the muffled noises.
• What was Lucas planning? Was he planning my murder?
• Suddenly, the door opened. I was caught off guard, all my weight pressed on the door. I fell forward, like the clumsy idiot I was. Lucas caught me this time, looking back at me with surprise.
• “Clumsy…’’ He raises a brow, hinting at our earlier conversation. “What were you doing?’’
• “I uh..’’ I could barely concentrate when he was looking down at me like that. Or when his hands are so firm around my waist. “I was just coming to get you. I was about to open the door when you did.’’
• Suddenly, he picks me up and carries me back into the room. I stare at him, aching to trace my fingers over his beard, over the tattoo on his neck.
• “You have to be careful.’’ He warned, leaning into me that his face was only inches from mine. If I moved, we’d kiss. “I just bought you, you belong to me. If you want something, ask for it. But don’t let yourself get hurt. You’re mine.’
• His words make me shiver. I should fight him, remind him I’m not a piece of property. Instead, I ask the question at the back of my head, trying to distract myself from how good he looks and how much I want to taste his lips again.
• "Were you–were you talking about?" I asked while he set me on the bed. "The whispers outside. Are you...gonna kill me?"
• Lucas froze. His eyes darkened, and for a moment, I thought he might lash out. Instead, he looked hurt. Maybe even offended.
• Did I offend a killer? Sure, Mey, give the killer a reason to end your life!
• "What?" His voice was deathly quiet. "You think I want to kill you?"
• I stiffened instantly, my heart racing. "You’re the mafia king, that’s what you do. You’re dangerous. And you—" I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself. "You bought me from Justin. What am I supposed to think?"
• He didn’t answer right away. He just stared at me, his gaze so intense I felt like he was seeing straight through me. For one heart-stopping moment, my gaze was drawn to his lips. Juicy, full, perfect, they looked like they belonged on a runway model and not on a man who killed for fun. I shuddered, remembering that night. That perfect night made me believe in love at first fuck. God the way he fucked me! My husband’s never made me feel that way.
• He surprised me by moving closer and kneeling in front of me. He brushed his fingers over my neck, I bit my lip, goosebumps racing over my body.
• "Don’t fear me," he said with a soft voice. "I’m not here to hurt you. Not like that."
• I opened my mouth to argue, but he cut me off.
• "Do you remember me, Mey?" His eyes searched mine like he was looking for something. "Do you remember what happened between us?"
• I hated how the question made my chest tighten.
• "I remember," I said quietly, avoiding the part where I’d touched myself to the thought of him these last three months. "But that doesn’t change anything."
• His lips twitched at the corners like he was trying to hold back a smirk. "You think just because I bought you from your husband that it makes me the same as him?" His voice dropped to a whisper. "You think I’m like that?"
• I flinched. Maybe he wasn’t the same as Justin. Maybe he was worse. He’s a mafia don for crying out loud. How did I get here?
• "I don’t know what to think anymore," I admitted. "I don’t know who you are. All I know is that you’re a dangerous mafia don. And that means killer, so, is that what you want to do to me?"
• "You think I'm a killer?" He moved closer, each step deliberate and predatory. I stepped back, swallowing hard. "I'm not here to kill you, Mey. I'm here to own you."
• “I’m not an object you can own.’’
• He chuckles. “No, you’re not, angel. But you’re going to be my wife. And that means you belong to me now. Not just because I bought you from Justin, but because I chose you." The possessiveness in his tone was unmistakable. "Every breath you take, every move you make - it's under my control."
• I tried to pull back, but his hand on my waist put me in place. Goosebumps ran over my body, I bit my lip, resisting a moan. Oh God! Why was I turned on when he was like this?
• "You begged me to own you, remember!" He whispers, his face only inches from mine.
• "That was… that was in the heat of the moment." I stuttered, trying to look away. "I didn't mean it."
• "You meant every word, little angel. That night when you clung to me, wrapping your pretty legs around me, begging me to mark you with my seed. Begging me to go harder, faster." He bridges his hands over my neck, gripping. He squeezes. "Remember when you begged me to choke you.."
• "Aaah…" I bite my lip, trying to contain my emotions.
• "Remember when you went on your knees and gladly gave yourself up to me."
• "It was… it was only one night…" I let out, breathing against his mouth. "It didn't mean anything."
• "Then why's your breathing so ragged? Why are your cheeks so flushed? Why do you keep biting your lip and pressing your thighs together?"
• I had no answer, no lie, no excuse. "You run from me." He muttered. "Left me searching for three months like a crazed monster. But now I have you Mey, and I won't let you go."
• He steps back, and he turns like he's about to leave but I blurt out something stupid.
• "You're just like Justin."
• He whips around, quickly. He approaches me, and I step back till I feel myself backed into a wall.
• "I'm not like Justin," Lucas says against my lips. The scent of his perfume, the feel of his hot body against mine. The sheer fear of looking into his eyes, knowing if he wanted to, he could kill me. No one would ask a question. He's the mafia king after all. I should be afraid. I am. But why do I feel something else more than fear?
• "I don't break what's mine. I protect it. Completely and absolutely."
• When he kissed me, it was pure ownership—no negotiation, no mercy.
• His eyes burned with a mix of possession and hunger, and my pulse roared in response.
• “I’ll make you mine, angel.”
• He promised, planting molten kisses across my skin...