Page 101 of His to Control

“I have contacts you may need. Resources that could keep you safer.” His other hand cups my face, thumb tracing my bottom lip. “And I must admit, watching you work was… stimulating.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Most men wouldn’t find that attractive.”

“I’m not most men.” He pulls me closer, his breath fanning against my lips. “And you’re not most women.”

The kiss starts slow and deliberate but quickly builds into something more desperate. My fingers tangle in his hair as his hands roam my body with practiced possession. Just as the heat threatens to consume us, he pulls back, leaving me breathless and frustrated.

“Tease,” I accuse.

His smile holds secrets. “Patience, love. We have business to discuss first.”

“Business?” I try to steady my breathing. “Or are you just proving you can still control yourself around me?”

“Both.” His thumb traces the pulse point on my neck. “Though you certainly make it challenging.”

“Good,” I reply, satisfaction coursing through me at the desire in his eyes. “I wouldn’t want you getting too comfortable.”

His lips capture mine with that familiar mix of possession and tenderness that makes my knees weak. I melt against him, my fingers clutching his shirt as the kiss deepens, becoming more heated, more desperate. The world narrows to just this—his taste, his touch, the solid warmth of his body against mine.

I start pulling him toward the bedroom, but he catches my wrists, stopping me. A frustrated sound escapes my throat.

“Wait.” His voice is rough with desire. “I have something for you.”

“Really?” I arch an eyebrow. “And what exactly did you get me that requires interrupting this?”

“Something I want you to wear. Only wear.” His eyes darken. “While I take you.”

I laugh, intrigued by this apparent fantasy. “Well, now I’m curious. Silk, lace or leather?”

But when he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small black velvet box, my amusement dies in my throat. He opens it with deliberate slowness, revealing a stunning ring—a black diamond surrounded by an intricate swirl of clear stones that catch the light like captured stars.

“Remy…” My voice barely works.

“I considered keeping you under lock and key,” he admits, his thumb brushing my pulse point. “Surrounded by cameras, always within my sight.” His lips quirk. “But I suspect you’d have my head for that.”

“Damn right, I would.”

“So I thought this might be a better alternative.” He holds the ring between us. “A different kind of possession.”

I narrow my eyes. “Are you actually asking me something or just making statements?”

He gives me that dangerous smile I love and fear in equal measure. “Push me, Eve. You always do.”

“Say it,” I challenge, heart thundering. “Actually say what you want.”

His free hand cups my face, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. “Marry me.”

“Why?” I press, needing to hear more.

“Because you’re mine,” he says simply. “Because I’m yours. Because keeping you safe and watching you pursue justice has become as vital as breathing.”

I pretend to consider it, though we both know my answer. “And the cameras?”

“Negotiable.” His thumb traces my bottom lip. “To a point.”

“You’re impossible.” But I’m smiling.

“Is that a yes?”

I pull him closer, our lips almost touching. “Yes, you controlling bastard. Yes.”

THE END