“I’m yours, you know that.” Dom didn’t make it a question.
Brian quirked his head and made a sardonic face, so Dom tightened his grip on Brian’s wrist and waist. “I’m not playing. Something I have, something I can get. Anything you want, it’s yours.”
“What makes you think I want anything?” Brian said softly, but there was an odd light in his eyes like something in his head had shifted.
Some things are just inevitable.