"Put my things back, Ginny. I'm not going." I stood staring at her packing my bags with disapproval written over me. My arms crossed over my chest as I prepared to fight her.

She nodded and stopped what she was doing. Leaving the room.

That's not putting my things back.

In a few minutes I heard the roar from downstairs that indicated where she'd gone. "The Devil she's not!"

He was taking the stairs two at a time.

Headed for my room. Ha! I slammed the door and flipped the latch. Locking him out.

His steps stopped outside my door and I could nearly feel his rage emanating through the door in vibrating currents.

I took a step back from the door. Having never seen Bodin truly angry it was a shocking sensation. I'd seen him cast disapproving or faintly annoyed looks often enough, but never seen him in a full rage. I was usually the one that flew off the handle at the slightest provocation.

***

"Open this door, Belle."

"No. I'm not going with you."

"The Hell you're not. It's legal and binding. I could have the magistrate come and haul you to my Manse if I wished. Are you hoping for that sort of a scene?"

"You're going to have to, Bodin, if you want me to come out of this room."

"No. I'm not." His voice had gone deadly calm.

The next thing I heard was a tremendous bang and the latch flipped upward then dangled limply. The door hanging downward from one hinge.

His hand shot in through the opening to catch the door as it swung open. Snagging it after only a few inches.

I backed up across the room, looking for something to hide under. I'm not going with him. He's not going to make me!

He pushed it open, and a dark boot swung through as he stepped into the room. Shoving his shoulders through and straightening to give me a wrathful look.

***

"Din, Listen to me. You're not being rational." I used the line he so favored against me. "This is my home. It makes no sense for me to manage it from your residence."

"It makes perfect sense." He descended on me like a thundercloud.

"What has come over you."

"I'm weary of your constant battling me."

"I'm not battling you." I was backing up. Careful to avoid the bed. Heading for the door of my boudoir. Knowing I'd be cornered in there but hoping I could move enough of the furniture in there to barricade him.

I reached the handle and tugged it open, but his hand shot over my shoulder and slammed it closed.

He moved so fast. I was frozen. Unwilling to face him.

His chest was against my back and his breath teased the back of my neck and tendrils of hair along my bare shoulder, revealed by the low sleeves of my gown.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Not with you." I said so quietly, I realized I sounded weak.

"Understand me well, Belle." His tone was low and dangerous. "You are going with me. If I have to throw you over my shoulder, myself."

***

"Let me stay here, Din." I said pleadingly. Changing my tone in the hope to persuade him.

This is afterall Bodin. He does everything I ask. But there was a tiny streamer of skepticism that wound through me as I thought that. I wasn't so sure anymore.

Not like I used to be.

"Not a chance, Sweet Belle. You're already mine. Time you learn it."

"I'm not!" I fired back. Face flushing as I whipped around and planted my back against the wall to challenge him.

His gaze lit on my face and slid down to where my breasts were lifting the gown with each angry breath I took. He looked at them as if he knew precisely what I looked like.

"Don't look at me like that." I said acidly.

"Like I want you?" He quirked a dark brow and gave me a cocky grin. "Or like I want to touch you."

He suddenly leaned forward, and his body was molded to mine. His hand caught my hip to pull me toward the hard flesh already swelling between us.

I gasped.

But his other hand was already following the line of my waist up to my breast. Scooping it and pushing it upward until it nearly spilled from the low neckline. A bit of brown areola peering from the top. "Here."

"Bodin!" I objected. But my voice was husky for reasons I didn't understand.

"Yes, Belle?" He hunkered his hips forward to press that bit of hardness further into my pelvis while he bent to draw his tongue just under the neckline of my dress, curling beneath the nipple to draw it out of my dress.

Stealing any words, I might've mustered. My head fell back, and I knew the pulse in my exposed neck thrummed wildly. I was tempted to wind my fingers into his hair and pull his mouth tighter against me.

As if sensing my need, he sucked the nub between his lips and drew it deep between his lips. Suckling it while he flicked it with his tongue.

"Ohh!" I moaned. Clawing the wall behind me as I involuntarily thrust my chest forward to give him more access to my body.

His other hand was rolling my hip forward and back against him. Mimicking the motions, he'd taught me a few nights ago.

"Or like I want to touch you here." His fist gathered up my skirts and pinned them between us so he could palm the inside of my thigh and lift it to slowly swirl his finger along my soft lower lips. Already damp with wanting.

I shifted my legs trying to get closer to his hand. To grind against it.

He abruptly withdrew his hand and roughly yanked my skirts back down over my legs. "You get more when you learn to listen to me."

"That'll never happen, Din!" I shouted at him. Flushed, angry and humiliated that my body had reacted so wantonly.

He turned and left the room. Coolly tossing over his shoulder. "We leave in half an hour. Whether you go over my shoulder or not, to get it done."