For all my sins, I knew jewelry. I knew that I was wearing something that cost over a quarter of a million dollars…
His hands moved, snagging my attention, and I saw him slip on a ring too. A simple titanium one, but it was there nonetheless.
He was claimed.
That ring told the world he was mine.
Speechless, my eyes wet with emotions I couldn’t express, I watched as he opened the other box, the distinctive pop of the hinge ricocheting around the cabin, and found myself looking at a matching tennis bracelet and choker.
“Let them all know who you belong to,” he rasped, his voice a snarl, the words hungry and eager and everything I needed to feel whole.
Dressed in his diamonds, and coated in his cum, there would be no other belle of the ball tonight.
Only me.