Nina's breath hitched, the sheer audacity of the question cutting straight through the haze of pleasure threatening to swallow her whole.
Belong to him?
The words rattled around in her skull, refusing to settle, refusing to make sense in a world that had already stopped making sense the moment his hands had found her.
He had brought her back to her own small apartment, away from the pristine walls of Grants Estate, away from his wealthy family, away from Ethan... the sweet little boy who looked at her like she was the best thing in his world.
She was supposed to be a piece on a chessboard... a fake fiancée on paper for two whole years to satisfy his parents.
That was the arrangement. That was the entire, carefully worded truth of what she was to him. So why did his hands feel like they were trying to rewrite the terms?
