Marcus’ hand rested at the small of my back as he led me into the boutique. It differed greatly from the ones I had been to before. This one felt classy. If you could call a shop where they sold ball-gags classy.
We were greeted by a salesperson. He looked at Marcus and then at me. His full lips quirked up into a smile as his gray eyes met mine. His long wavy auburn hair looked soft to the touch.
“Good evening, what can I help you with?” His voice was a deep rumble that I could feel all the way down to my toes. My eyes widened as I looked over at Marcus, I had the feeling that he was about as human as Marcus.
“You can relax Sin, Amelia is mine.” Marcus said his eyebrow lifting and I could almost feel the warning he was sending Sin.
Sin, I could understand why he was called that.
