Chapter Fifty: Claim Me - Gabriella

I take in a deep breath, placing my glass down, trying not to get aggravated. I get up and grab his hand. Jartre gets up and follows me as I lead him into the back office and lock the door behind us, the pounding music of the club now dulled down to a dull throb.

“Do you hear how controlling you sound?”

“I never said you were my property, but you are mine. Our souls are bound, Gabriella. You are as much mine as I am yours,” he says, stalking towards me until I’m pressed against the desk.

I gulp and look up at him, “That doesn’t mean you get to dictate what I wear.”

He quirks his eyebrow, “Then how about I remove my shirt and spend the entire evening out there shirtless?” he says, leaning forward and placing his hands on the desk, caging me between his arms.

An image of drunk, horny patrons ogling him and trying to touch him all night flashes in my mind and makes my stomach churn, ready for that Tezus to do some more damage to my inside. That inexplicable anger returns just like i