Chapter 88

Nora POV

Vincent’s chair stays pushed back an inch from the table, the faint scrape still in my mind even as the elevator doors close behind me the next morning. His face when David made that condition stays with me too: the quick flash of possession in his eyes, the way his fingers tightened around mine under the table until my knuckles ached. He didn’t mention it again after we left the Four Seasons. He just drove us home with the radio off, silence heavy between us.

The moment we stepped into the apartment, he turned me around against the front door, lifted my dress up, and slid into me, hard, like he needed to prove who I belong to now.

I let him.

I always let him when he needs it.

But I didn’t mention the heat that settled low in my stomach when David said sole point of contact,