me into the air and tossing me over his shoulder. "And now I'm going to make it official."
"Kyan!" I hammered my fists on his back and he slapped my ass hard.
"This isn't funny, asshole," Monroe snapped and Saint shot him a frown that made my pulse skip. Shit, he could not see him freaking out about this. But Monroe was clearly beyond hiding his feelings for me as his expression twisted in rage.
"It's not meant to be," Kyan supplied simply, marching me away into his room and kicking the door shut behind him. He tossed me onto the bed and I yelped as I bounced, nearly falling off the other side of it.
Kyan grabbed his desk, shoving it in front of the door and the guys started banging their fists on it. He hurried to move the whole bed against the bathroom door and I laughed at his ridiculousness.
"Kyan!" Blake barked. "Show me that certificate!"
"Get your asses out here this second," Saint snarled.
"Tatum, tell me it isn't true!" Monroe yelled.
Kyan stood at the end of the bed and my lips parted as he started unbuckling his pants.
"You're taking this a little far, don't you think?" I arched a stern brow at him.
"Taking what too far?" he growled, his expression sharp and his eyes drinking me in.
"This whole marriage thing. I love being bound to you and I really did mean what I said in the church, but I didn't walk down the aisle for you because I want to play happy families, move to the suburbs and pop out two point four kids or whatever the fuck married people do." I got off the bed and walked towards Kyan. As soon as I got close to him, he shoved me down onto the bed again and pulled his shirt off.
"Kyan!" I gasped as the guys continued to shout beyond the door.
He tossed his shirt aside as I got up again and he caught my arm, throwing me back down onto the bed.
"Stop it," I snapped, getting angry now. "You're acting crazy."
"What's crazy about this? You're my wife. You said I do. You're mine. I don't give a fuck about the suburbs or the Volvo or whatever the shit it is I'm supposed to do with you. What I know is that you swore to be mine and I swore to be yours and to make that shit official I have to fuck you. So that's what we're gonna do. We'll figure out the rest later."
“This doesn’t mean you own me, you know that right?” I said passionately. “You can’t cut me off from the others.”
“Being married to me means no one else can touch you,” he mused. “Unless I say so of course, which I'm undecided on currently. I'll let you know when I've had my fill of you." He dropped his pants, standing before me in just his boxers and ran his hand over his solid length pressing through the material.
"Kyan stop being an asshole, we need to talk!" Blake shouted, throwing his weight against the door.
"Better hurry up, baby, or they might break in before we're done," Kyan said, grinning wickedly. “I’m happy to finish claiming you in private, but an audience won’t stop me either.”
I stood up on the bed, planting my hands on my hips. "I'm not your property, Kyan. Say it." I walked forward and pursed my lips at him.
“I wouldn’t use the word property, more like claimed territory. A fuck-hot, sweet as shit, peachy assed dominion if you will.” He grabbed the backs of my legs, knocking them out from under me to make me fall onto my knees beneath him. Then he dropped down to a crouch, shoved my dress up over my waist and gripped my thighs. He lifted my knees up onto his shoulders so I was kneeling on them with the large skirt scrunched up by my hips before he stood up again. I screamed in surprise as he carried me to the window and raked his tongue up the centre of my white panties. I clutched his hair for support, afraid he'd drop me, but his grip on me was firm.
He started to suck my clit through the thin material and I moaned, my head hitting the window with a solid thunk.
"Hey!" Blake shouted from outside and started banging his fist on the window.
Kyan laughed darkly, turning his head to kiss and bite my inner thigh.
"Are you enjoying the show, brother?" Kyan called to Blake and Blake smacked his