HB

This was never supposed to go this far. I was meant to be Jude’s sugar baby — pretty, temporary, here for the luxuries and nothing deeper. Instead I’ve staked my claim on his apartment, his space, his lap — and I’m slowly, irrevocably becoming his entire world. I pout? Jude pays. I sulk? Jude showers me in everything I want. I climb onto his lap and ask for something absurd… and Jude? He made me exactly this way — and he’s never letting me go. Endless money, every luxury imaginable, and one man who doesn’t just spoil me — he claims me. His hand comes up, firm, curling tight around the back of my neck — not hurting, never hurting, just holding me exactly where he wants me. “You think you get to ask for anything and I’ll give it to you?” His voice drops, low and rough and dark with it, eyes locking mine like he’s branding me. “Damn right you do. Because you’re mine. Every inch, every mood, every greedy little wish — all of it belongs to me.” I smirk, pressing closer, but he’s already tightening his grip, dragging me flush against him like he’s scared someone might look. “Say it,” he rumbles, thumb brushing hard over my jaw. “Tell me who you belong to.” “Yours,” I breathe — and he rewards me with a kiss that’s all heat and possession. “Good.” He shoves his wallet into my hand, fingers lingering, marking me. “And everyone’s gonna know it. Buy whatever the hell you want. Wear it. Show it off. Let every single person see exactly who you belong to.” He pulls me into his chest, arm banded around me like a chain — unbreakable, unyielding, proud. “You’re my girl. My spoiled, perfect, mine. And I’m never sharing you with anyone.”