Page 42 of Owned By the Prospect
His gray eyes darken as they drop to mine, swirling with raw, possessive intensity.
"No," Elias growls, the deep vibration traveling through the floorboards straight into my chest.
"No?" Logan raises an eyebrow.
His massive, scarred hand hooks around the nape of my neck, thick fingers digging into my hair with a bruising, territorial weight. He doesn't just hold me; he marks me. His thumb presses hard against the jumping pulse in my throat, pinning my head back so I’m forced to look up into those cold, storm-greyeyes. I can smell the gun oil, the black coffee, and the heavy, male musk of his skin.
"She's in my custody," Elias growls. The sound is feral, vibrating from his chest directly into my palms where they’re pressed against the cold leather of his cut. "She goes into the Vault. She stays under me. I’m the only one who touches her."
"Elias," Logan warns. "You've been up for three days straight. You need sleep."
"I don't need sleep," Elias says, his intense gaze never leaving mine. "I need the numbers to balance."
His thumb drags slowly across my skin, an intentional, heavy stroke that sends a violent spike of heat straight to my clit. I feel a sudden, treacherous heaviness between my legs, my pussy turning soaked and heavy under the weight of his stare. Standing in his shadow, framed by his massive frame while the club watches his blatant claim, my knees go weak. I’m not just a consultant; I’m his.
"She’s mine to break," Elias rumbles, his grey eyes darkening until they’re almost black. "And God help the man who tries to take her before I’ve had my fill."
Logan sighs, though a smirk tugs at the edge of his lips. "Alright, Treasurer. Take her to the Vault. Clock starts now."
Elias steers me past the main bar, guiding me down a long corridor toward a heavy steel door at the end of the hall. He punches a code into the keypad.
"Move," he commands as the locks disengage with a mechanical clunk.
My knees shake, and my racing pulse thunders in my ears. I’d just sold my soul to a beautiful, terrifying devil. We descend into the bunker, the temperature dropping as we head underground.
The heavy steel vault entrance clangs shut behind us, the deadbolts dropping into place, leaving me completely consumed by the heavy heat of his hand on my neck and the absolute finality of the wordmine.
