"Fuck off, Kaelan," Marcus hissed, his voice raspy as he tried to scramble backward on the mattress, his face burning with a volatile mix of embarrassment and absolute fury.
Kaelan didn't let him get far. He caught Marcus by the ankle, his grip like a vice, and slowly dragged him back down the silk sheets. A low, mocking chuckle vibrated in Kaelan's chest. "Fuck off? Let's trace back the protocol of this sweetheart. You were the one who boldly suggested that if you bent me over and fucked me, you would be mine. Those were your terms." Kaelan crawled over him, his knees pinning Marcus's thighs, his eyes flashing with triumph. "And since you went back on your word—since you couldn't actually handle the reality of opening me up—you have automatically forfeited. By your own logic, you are mine now. You need to comply."
