The series finale to Laurelin Paige’s Slay quartet is out this week, and we’re celebrating with a sexy little excerpt and a HUGE giveaway!
“Who do you belong to?” he asked.
And even though I’d heard him and knew exactly what he wanted to hear in return, I said, “What?”
His hand came up to collar my throat, firmly, but not threateningly. More possessive. “Who. Do you. Belong to?”
It was a thinly veiled askance of consent, maybe because, while I hadn’t told him to stop, I also hadn’t told him to go on. I hadn’t given him an outright, “okay.” It was admirable that he needed that from me, I supposed, though, I didn’t believe he would ever actually force himself on a woman, despite his tendency to dominate and control.
I also didn’t suspect that was all this was about now.
He knew it would be easier for me to “let” it happen and maintain the right to resent him for it later. It gave me both my cake and the eating of it, and that was way too much for Edward to ever let me have.
If I wanted the cake, I had to own the cake.
And that meant answering his question with yielding honesty.
I could feel the whoosh of hot air as he sighed into my nape. “Say it again.”
“I belong to you, Edward.”
I didn’t have to say any more for us both to understand my meaning. I was his to do with as he pleased. Because I wanted to be his. Because I trusted what he’d give me. Because I needed it, too.
With my consent given, he went into action, moving his hand from my throat and standing straight up. I glanced over my shoulder to see what he was doing. “Eyes forward,” he ordered.