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Interesting. My lips tugged up into a wicked grin and I pushed myself closer until our thighs touched. She eyed the brief contact and took a deep breath as I stroked her cheek with my thumb and traced the line of her lower lip.

“What, princess? You don’t like it?”

Her breaths came out ragged, and shaky. And her gaze fell on my hand. It scorched my skin and caused a dangerous heat that traveled to my groin.

“No, I don’t like it. My name is Addison.” Her warm breath fanned my hand, and I tipped my face close to her, drawn like a moth to a flame. “What do you want from me, Mark?” her voice a dimmed whisper.

Perhaps it was the way she called my name, or the sound of her voice in my ears, like a soft melody, but something inside me gave in, snapped to the subjection, and I struggled to tear myself away from her irresistible lips.

“Logan,” I whispered back, and it surprised me, the strain in my words, the struggle for control. The insane need to have this naive little girl close to me.

I cleared my throat. “I want Logan, and you will help me get him. No sane man would stand by and watch another man conquer his woman. So, if he’s as good as you say he is and likes you as much as you think he does, he’ll come for you as soon as he hears the news.”

“T-The news?”

“I’m going to claim you, hermosa [gorgeous]. Mark you.” I stared at her legs. “Make you mine.”

Her long eyelashes fluttered. And I wanted to kiss them. I wanted to kiss her. This exotic temptress with the big, frightened eyes, and the smooth, long legs that I suddenly ached to feel and touch, was like a magnet.

“And how are you going to do that?”

The glint on her finger caught my eye again and I smiled. Before she could utter a word, I dipped my face to the curve between her neck and shoulder and brushed my lips on her nape, then bit gently.

“Oh …”

Our sighs mingled and I shut my eyes for the briefest second.

God! She smelled so good that I could bury my face in her for a few more hours. Our bodies came together, and I could feel the gentle thumping of her heartbeat.

I had expected her to resist and curse me for even daring to get so close to her. Anything but a sigh on her lips. She melted into me like a soft marshmallow. She pressed her breasts against my chest and the tip of my cock poked against my zipper. Fuck.

Dammit, focus.

I trailed a finger down her arm, aiming for the stone. “Claiming you is an easy one, hermosa.” I rasped as our noses grazed and squeezed her wrist, and then … I pulled away.

Her chest heaved and she stared at me in confusion, furrowing her brows and pursing her lips. She wanted to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out. Stunned, confused. These words could describe what we both felt. Because my heart was also pounding.

I raised my hand and showed her the ring which was no longer on her finger.

“Engagement is over.”

She gasped and lurched forward. “My ring!”

I lifted it above my head.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. If only it were so.”

With a feather-light kiss on her cheek, I rose from the bed. “From this day forward, Addison Mae, you are mine until further notice.”

Chapter 6 - Addison

“The caged bird can be free. If I want it to be.” –Anonymous.

Two days.

Two long days.

Without my father, without Maria, and without Logan.