Page 51 of Claimed By the Villain

Chapter 27

I thought I knew everything about women and their bodies, but I just realized it doesn’t matter how much experience I have. Jackie is an enigma to me.

I carry her up the stairs in my arms, but halfway up, she stops me.

“I want the ring.”

“Now?”

My voice comes out like a lion’s roar, lust flooding every cell of my body. How we went from a fight, throwing truths in each other’s faces, to her straddling me, asking me to fuck her, I’ll never understand.

“Yes. I want to be your fiancée when you make me yours.”

“You’ll be my wife tomorrow.”

“What?”

Shit.

“We’re getting married… uh… soon.”

“Get the ring, Lucifer.”

The look she gives me is irresistible, and now I wonder if I stayed away all this time because I always knew this would happen the moment she was in front of me. If, on some unconscious level, I’d been giving her a chance to run from the monster. Either way, it’s too late. For five years, she’ll be mine.

I retrace our steps, dizzy with desire, biting and devouring her mouth along the way, my hands clawing at the firm flesh of her ass.

She’s wound tight as hell. I swear I can feel her heartbeat pounding against my chest.

I keep her secure in my arms, one hand gripping her ass. With my free hand, I grab not just the ring but all the bags, just in case she wants to fuck draped in jewels.

But deep down, I know she doesn’t. Jackie wants the symbol that I’ll be hers. Proof.

I step into my suite and push the door closed with my foot. There’s no reason for it, it’s just us, but I’m used to isolation.

I don’t take her to the bed. I set her on her feet, her back against the door.

I grab the bag where she put the ring back, and like I saw a man do once while passing through some city in my travels, I pull the box from the bag and drop to one knee.

But I don’t ask—I tell her:

“You’re going to be mine.”

She murmurs something I can’t catch, then gives me her hand.

I slide the ring onto her finger. It’s a little loose, but I can have it adjusted later. What matters is that now we have an agreement. She’s not going anywhere.

I step back and take in every inch of her.

“I’m going to take all of you for myself, Jackie. I don’t know how I waited this long.”

Her chest rises and falls, and I can almost smell the heat running beneath her soft skin.

I don’t give her time to think. I’ve already talked more with her in the past few days than I have with any human being in my life.

“Get naked for me.”

She hesitates before starting the striptease.