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“I’m not complaining. I’m saying I want to go dancing on a date with my man.”

He watches me for a moment and finally stands to pull me up by the hand. “Let’s go then. See if we can hear that hippy song again.” We’ve been ready for two hours, but keep getting side tracked by each other.

I glance down at him and my hot pink lipstick is all over his shirt from our drunk dancing. “You need to change your shirt.”

He looks down at himself. “Yeah, okay.” He unbuttons his shirt and slides it off. His sun-kissed, broad chest and chiselled abs catch my attention and I have to immediately stop to look at him. He is, without a doubt, the most perfect man I have ever seen. Unable to resist, I bend and kiss him on the ribs just under his chest. His hand instantly drops to the back of my head and I could just keep going down his body. Stop it, focus. Dinner. He’s so damn kissable.

He smirks. “You want it again, nympho?” His hand holds me down and I laugh as I try to escape his claws. I stand and my eyes drop to the lipstick marks that I have left on his body. “Just marking what’s mine.” I smirk.

He glances in the mirror at himself and then lifts his arms and turns to look at the lip marks I have left.

He smiles sexily and throws me a wink.

“What?” I smirk.

“Let’s go. I got an idea.”

“You are totally fucking crazy,” I whisper.

“Crazy for you.” He smirks.

My eyes lift up to the tattoo artist as he holds the needle in his gloved hand. “So you just want the lips tattooed exactly as they are?”

Stace lies on the bed with his arm above his head. “Yes.” He thinks for a moment. “And the same colour as the lipstick.” He pauses for a second. “Actually, can you write the words Mrs. Mac underneath it.”

My mouth drops open. “You wouldn’t.”

He smiles broadly. “Just watch me.” He grabs my head and brings my face down to meet his. “I want to be marked as yours, too,” he murmurs against my lips. Our eyes lock and something changes. I have no idea what it is, but it feels good.

I fall back into the chair, half shocked, half elated. I spend the next hour watching Stace get my lips and the words Mrs. Mac permanently inked on his side.

Game over.

My life is complete.

* * *

Stace.

I wake as a wave of nausea hits me. “Shit,” I whisper with my eyes still closed. I feel sick.

What a night?

I close my eyes and smile to myself. Now that was a date. Rosh and I laughed, danced, and drank cocktails for hours until we came home and had mind-blowing sex.

She’s got me.

She’s got me by the balls.

I’ve never met anyone like her, and I’ve never felt like this before. She’s brave and beautiful, funny and sexy as fuck. I turn on my side to face her and my hand gently trails up over her naked body. My mind goes to yesterday when she told me that she lives every day as her last. It resonated with me, as if somehow I also know our time is limited. I can’t stand the thought of Vikinos getting to her. Her childhood was stolen because she spent her whole life on the run. The thought of him killing me and making her watch as punishment turns me inside out.

Because that’s how it will go.

They will catch us both and torture me to death in front of her, as he did to her mother. I get a vision of my brother being electrocuted to death and my blood runs cold. I don’t want her to have to go through that again… and I know I can’t go through it again.

To be honest, I don’t think he would kill her, but he will make her suffer as punishment for not loving him.

She has suffered enough.

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