“No,” she retorted.

His hand slid down to cover her belly. “And this, this is mine.”

“No” she answered again, tensing as he leisurely stroked her hip, then boldly put his hand between her legs, touching her intimately, possessively, his palm covering the apex of her thighs.

Stefan leaned closer still, his mouth near her ear. His deep voice rumbled suggestively through her. “And this is mine, most definitely all mine. Mine to do with as I please. However I please.”

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