"Because you still love me too." Winn whispered into her ear.
"I don't, Winn." The lie scraped her throat.
"Admit it."
"You cannot make me." Ivy snapped back, brows knitting tightly.
"You know I can, love."
"The world doesn't revolve around you, Winn." Ivy hissed, stepping back just enough to glare. "A woman can fall in or out of love with you. Irene did it. Why can't I?"
"My favourite thing to do, love," he murmured slowly, "is to prove you wrong." His hand slid lower down her waist, fingers tracing the curve of her hips. "I own your heart and even up until this very moment…" He pulled her flush against him, their bodies aligning with sinful familiarity. His palm cupped her ass—just a little, subtle enough that no one else would notice, obvious enough that Ivy felt it in her lungs. "…I own your body."
"Winn…"
Winn dipped his head lower, lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"It doesn't matter what I do to your body, you still won't stop me. You cannot. I own it. I own you."
