He forcefully pushed her against the closed door, causing her to wince and glare at him with narrowed eyes. "Camellia," his voice, laced with restrained anger, came out as a rough whisper. "I don't like seeing others touch you," he muttered, seizing her chin and holding it firmly, forcing her hazel gaze to meet his deep charcoal eyes. "You're not my property," she declared, trying to muster courage despite feeling small under his imposing presence. He leaned in closer, her attention drawn to the delicate camellia tattoo on his neck. His heated breath brushed against her lips, his intense gaze locked onto them. "You belong to me, Camellia. Exclusively mine!" He growled, then fiercely claimed her lips in a passionate kiss, sealing his possessive claim with a deep, dark embrace.
