Xavier
She overstepped.
In under an hour of taking her back with me, she had already proclaimed her intentions to leave.
Did she think I was so fickle as to let her go?
Did she assume she could force her way to her own way in all this.
Her eyes were widened as I pinned her to the desk, her breaths fanned my face.
Sienna was shocked.
But I was too, for I had felt something visceral upon her words. Did she really think she could stay away from me? Take MY children from me?
My body had reacted before my mind could compute, and now, gripping her waist firmly, I felt the mate bond thrum between us.
I wished to claim her. And I, Xavier, was someone who got what he wanted.
I crushed my lips against hers, and she let out a gasp. She struggled briefly against my hold, her arms pushed against my shoulders, but I tugged her forward, pressed her closer to my body. Her figure was warm, soft and supple.
