~LAUREN'S POV~

The morning after our lovemaking in the car left me with more than just bruises on my hips and bite marks along my collarbone.

It left me with questions.

Who was this man who could shift from calculated businessman to wild possessor in the space of a heartbeat? And why did I keep surrendering to him like my body wasn't my own anymore?

I traced the marks on my neck as I stood before the bathroom mirror, watching my reflection through the steam.

The hot shower had done little to wash away the memories of his hands on me, his voice in my ear—"You're mine."

Those words shouldn't...