He wasn’t just going to her. He was going to ruin her for every other man who ever dared look her way. Fill her until she was sore, trembling, and leaking with his . her full until it stuck—a permanent, binding mark of who she belonged to.

She leans over the bar like she knows he’s watching—like she wants him to. Tight jeans hugging her ass, that lip caught between her teeth, tits nearly spilling out for every thirsty bastard waving cash. But she doesn’t know the price he’s willing to pay.

Ghost sits in the corner, masked and still, filthy thoughts simmering beneath the silence. He knows what she’s doing. She’s baiting them—tempting men who don’t deserve to look at her, touch her, own her.

But she’s already his.
She just doesn’t know it yet.