“You belong to us,” he stated simply. “You’re ours, and until such a time as that changes—which will be fucking never if I have anything to say about it—your whereabouts are my business.”
Cue fucking eyeroll. “Wow, caveman much?” I asked.
His eyes slid to me and before I knew it, he was cutting the SUV down a short back road and pulling up short, slapping the vehicle into park. “You want me to prove it to you?” he demanded.
Staring at him, wide-eyed, I gaped. “W-what?”
“I can prove that I own your luscious ass, Mare, right now.” He held out his hand. “Hand over your panties.”
Shock rolled through me. “What? No, I’m not going to do that.” I glanced around the street, but thankfully it seemed deserted. Still, this wasn’t exactly private. “Not here.”
“Oh yes, you are,” he replied, keeping that hand up, palm out. “Give me your underwear and if I find them as dry as the Sahara, then I’ll retract my claim of ownership.”
I frowned. There was no fucking way they’d be dry. My panties were soaked. Had been since the moment he’d shown up at the library, hovering over Ben like an angry warrior protecting its territory. Maybe it was weird that I found his possessiveness such a turn on, but who the fuck cared? I looked away from his expectant gaze.
“I can’t give you my panties here,” I said, my voice lowering. “Someone could walk by.”
He shook his head. “You don’t need to concern yourself with that,” he said. “You let me worry about whether or not we’ll get caught. You think I don’t know where to get you alone?” He dropped his hand and unclipped his seatbelt to lean across the console. “I know every nook and fucking cranny of this city, Mare. I know where I need to get you alone,” he said, his breath hot on my cheek. My thighs clenched automatically while his lips turned up at the corners. He fucking knew what he was doing to me. “We’ve been watching you for a long time, my little brat.” He reached down and unclipped my seatbelt. “Now, hand over your fucking panties and let me see if my little girl’s pussy is as wet as I think it is.”
I fucking pulsed. Staring into his commanding gaze, my heart thundered in my chest. My fingers shook as I dipped them to the top of my pants. Closing my eyes for a brief respite from his eyes, I inhaled a breath. Shoving my pants down, I struggled to get out of my shoes and slipped them over my hips until I was clad in nothing more than my t-shirt, jacket, and the panties Ian was so interested in.
“I’m waiting, Mare.” There it was. That reminder of what he expected.
Biting my lip, I shoved the thin pair of satiny briefs down my legs, ripping them off and balling them up in my fist as I pressed my thighs closer together. I debated throwing them at him, and as if he could sense my intention, the bastard shook his head and grinned. “In my hand, sweetheart,” he directed. “Place them in the center of my palm.”
I reached forward, my whole body shivering in anticipation. I held my hand with the crumpled panties in my fist over his and with each finger that released the fabric, my heart rate kicked up another notch. Finally, they were dropped in his hand and I sat back, watching with wide eyes as he lifted them to his nose and inhaled deeply, his eyes closing as if he were taking in the most exquisite aroma. When they reopened and centered on me, he smiled. “Oh, baby,” he said, “you really are mine, aren’t you?” Leaning forward he tucked the panties into his back pocket. “You can put your pants and shoes back on, Mare. We’ve got to get you home.”
“W-what?” I stared at him. He couldn’t be fucking serious.
He chuckled low. “You’ve got work early in the morning, sweetheart. Consider this your punishment for not giving them to me when I asked. Maybe next time you’ll be the good girl I know you can be and do what I say the first time I say it.”