Rachel’s POV.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding as I watched Darius walk out of the kitchen, his words still echoing in my mind. "You belong to me."

I gulped, a lump clutching in my throat that suddenly went dry. There was something in his tone that made me feel scared and giddy at the same time.

I couldn't explain it, but it was like my body was responding to him in a way that I couldn't control.

In a way, it shouldn’t, be a dangerous way.

Damn ...