Chapter 42 The Letter Two

• No way. They’d never...only in his dreams.
• Bryce kept reading.
• She inhaled sharply when his hands came to her shoulders and rested there for a moment. From her shoulders they slid higher until he held her by her neck, his fingers lightly pressed into the hollow of her throat. Her entire body came alive at his touch both gentle and threatening. His hands fell away from her and then it was his lips on her neck instead. And then a collar, her leather collar that he always buckled around her neck before taking her—a sign of possession. He owned her. This was proof.