Pursuit

 Logan's hands stayed plastered to Lauren's skull and his body filled with tension after her words. "All right, I agree," he answered in a voice that reflected his mercurial mood. "We're not married and I don't own you, yet. You're a big girl and can live by your own rules, for now. All I'm going to say is one thing: You called it--you said I wouldn't let any harm come to you and that means only one thing. You get it. We're together." His hand left her face and cupped the heat between her legs firmly and aggressively. "And this is mine." His fingers tightened. "Nobody touches you but me, and if somebody lays so much as a finger on a single strand of your hair, they'll wish they were dead."

Lauren's jaw dropped and she couldn't seem to close her mouth as he stared down at her. 

"You got that, babe?" he hissed out while his hands continued to hold her in an unyielding grasp.