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said.
    Squeezing her jaw, Dax forced her lips to part. His goal was to prevent her from clenching her jaw in response to the fury that scalded her veins. But the temptation his action presented was too much for him to resist. He dipped his tongue into her mouth, pushing his kiss onto her and when he withdrew he dragged his teeth over her bottom lip.
    ‘Get your filthy fucking hands off me,’ she mumbled and damn if she didn’t make his dick go hard all over again.
    ‘You’re mine to touch,’ he said. ‘You belong to me.’
    ‘I’m your partner, not your possession, and you are not leaving me here alone.’
    ‘I am. If I have to lash you to the wall then I will,’ he said. ‘I can’t trust you now. When you get it in your head that you want to start something, then I’m the one who has to finish it. You see my dilemma?’
    ‘You don’t trust me,’ she said, trying again to writhe free of his control.
    Consuming her mouth again, this time she returned his kiss using the energy of the hatred that she wanted to rein down on the Starks. In his opinion, this was a far healthier way to get rid of that venom.
    Pulling her away from the wall, neither broke the kiss on their spinning journey toward the dining table. Anything they made contact with clattered to the floor, but he didn’t care about objects. He cared about the pain this woman had suffered, the pain that had thrust her into a frenzy of unhealthy anger that could get her hurt if he let her release it elsewhere.
    Shoving her face down onto the table, he pressed her skull with the weight of his own. Her hair covered her face and fluttered out with each huffing breath she took. One of her cheeks was squashed into the table, he kissed the other through her hair, then her temple, and kissed above her ear before he spoke, resting his forehead on her soft hair, pinning her so that she couldn’t squirm away from him.
    ‘I own you, babygirl. You’re still my goddamn prisoner, and I will punish anyone who hurts you.’
    ‘No,’ she said, trying to look at him, but his weight locked her down. ‘I fight my own battles.’
    ‘I told you,’ he said, tightening his grip on her wrists, her chest was crushed on the table, but he kept her arms on the table on the opposite side from the way she faced. Forcing her legs further apart with his own, he pushed a finger into her still wet centre and began to work it in circles. ‘You’ll never have to fear enemies while you’re under my claim.’
    ‘You haven’t claimed anything, tough guy,’ she spat out, working her hips against his invading digit. When he snagged her earlobe in his teeth, she whimpered out her arousal and consent.
    ‘I claim this body. Your mind and your fire are mine too,’ he whispered, then slammed his dick into her again.
    This time, she screamed through her gritted teeth and the primal roar made him smile. This would be the way she would release her frustration, and if she wanted him to plan an attack on those who wronged her, he’d do that for her too.

Chapter Three
     
     
    The Stark mansion was the same as Dax remembered it. When he arrived, he hadn’t been shown into the usual office that they worked from, he’d been taken to Maurice’s suite of rooms, and that was unusual to the point of being concerning.
    Serg was outside the suite and told him to go straight in. When Dax did go inside, the room was empty of people. The furniture was opulent and very classic in its style. The focal point of the room was the large fireplace, which was almost taller than he was. He’d never seen an actual fire burning here, then again, it had been a few years since he’d been in this usually private space.
    There was no time to go looking for anything, the side door opened, and Mauri came in from the bedroom. It was immediately obvious to Dax that Mauri had lost weight, but other than appearing a bit gaunt, Dax couldn’t pick out any other indications that Mauri was ill.
    They stood for a few