few months later *The waiter’s eyes lingered on her a second too long. Rafael noticed.
His hand slid over hers, grip firm. “He’s staring at what’s mine,” he muttered, voice like steel.
“Rafael—” she began, but he was already on his feet, pulling her against him in full view of the restaurant.
“Let them watch,” he whispered against her hair. “Let them all know you belong to me.”
And before she could protest, his mouth was on hers*
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