Chapter Five
“I own you,” Gabriel murmured, fangs slicing through his gums as he dragged his mouth back down along her neck. “Everything about you belongs to me. I told you that from the start, did I not?”
“Yes,” Jacinda breathed, her heart still thrumming, the scent of her fear mingling with the scent of her raw, unchecked desire. “You… you did.”
“But all this time, it was you, laying your claim on me. Trapping me in your web of schemes and lies.” He finally gave in to the desperate urge to touch her dress, gathering the fabric in his fist, exposing her knees, her bare thighs, the scrap of lace between them.
His fingers brushed along the top edge of her panties, making her tremble.
“So I’ll ask you, little moonflower, one more time.” He slid his fingers behind the lace, dipping lower
