Chapter 895 What He Cares About

• The desk lamp burned too bright, harsh on her eyes. Skylar choked up and whispered for him to kill the light. Tobias’s breath, rough and uneven, spilled hot against her ear. “I want to watch myself take you, baby.”
• When it came to this, Tobias was a brutal dictator. From how rough he was tonight, Skylar could feel it—he still held a grudge. He just wouldn’t say it out loud.
• Was this him caring? Or jealousy? Skylar felt it was neither. It was more like a gilded canary he’d raised for years suddenly wanting to fly free. He was simply not used to it. People are possessive—more or less. Tobias was no exception with her.