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Author: Pepper Winters
He smirked, but it looked odd on his scarred face—an inhuman sneer that didn’t seem natural. “You think you’re smart? I’ll tell you something—you agreed to do the stupidest thing in your life when you accepted my offer. Not only do you think you can read me, but you’re silly enough to get swept up in the romantic notion that I’ll find redemption. ”
He seemed to grow larger, more intimidating. His scar shone silver and weathered in the gloom. The air in the office thickened until it pressed heavy all around us, trapping me with a male who glared at me with hatred. “I don’t use the scar as a weapon. I use it as a warning. ” His eyes flashed. “You may be able to hide your fuck-ups and mistakes, but I don’t have that luxury. My scar is a talisman. I don’t need to remember my sins—it’s visible every time I look in a fucking mirror. ”
My stomach rolled as his energy buffeted me. His eyes locked onto mine, staring so hard I felt a twang deep inside when he plucked on my stupid heartstrings. “I’ll learn your sins before the month is out. But you won’t learn mine. And that’s a promise. ”
Yet another promise you won’t be able to keep.
My lips parted as I sucked in an apprehensive breath. Violence tainted the air, turning it dark and smoky. It reminded me of a forest fire after it had incinerated everything in its path.
I had no intention of being in Fox’s path. His path to destruction.
I wanted to retort that he wouldn’t know my sins, but I knew the truth. He would. Normally, that would terrify me—to have another know absolutely everything about me—but in Fox’s case, even my worst sin probably wouldn’t compare to his.
A small noise sounded in my throat as Fox splayed a large hand possessively on my lower back and jerked me closer. I shivered as my hips connected with his hard and fast. The hot steel in his trousers branded my belly only for a moment before he pushed me non-too-gently away.
Grabbing my wrist, he yanked me across the room. “We’ll discuss the fine print at my desk. ”
I slammed on the brakes.
I had a good mind to scream and kick him. I hated the way he manhandled me. How he expected me to obey implicitly. He proved he had no concept of how to treat a woman at all.
Rules.
“We need rules. You need to know the dos and don’ts around me, and I need to know them for you. ” My eyes narrowed. “Rule number one. I don’t appreciate being corralled or forced to do something I don’t want to. It never worked for anyone in the past, and it won’t work for you. ”
His silvery eyes glinted with interest. “Sounds like we have more in common than I thought. ” Giving me a small nod, he let me go and rounded the desk to sit in the black chair behind. “Rule number one for me. Don’t disrespect me. If you have something to say, be eloquent. I don’t respond well to profanity or ridicule. ”
Crap, he was right. We did have things in common.
I fumbled for my next rule. “Rule number two. I’m not a belonging you just stole and have the right to treat like dirt. If you ever pull a knife on me again, you won’t be a man anymore. You’ll be a eunuch. ” My hand holding my blade reached up and re-secured the clip into place.
His lips twitched. Placing his palms on the desk, he leaned forward. “Rule number two for me. If I ask you to do something, you’ll do it. Think of the next month’s pay as a salary for being my employee. It doesn’t matter that sex is in involved. I want more from you than just the pleasure of sinking between your legs. ” His voice roughened, eyes glowing with white hot lust.
My stomach flipped at the mental image of him taking me. Fucking me. Despite my best efforts to remain aloof, a tingle darted to my core, and I had the sudden urge to sit down. Clearing my throat, I sat in the only chair in front of his desk.
Tension curdled as Fox stayed frozen, watching my every move. I crossed my legs, pressing my thighs together against the throbbing desire permeating the room.
Announcing our rules had suddenly become more than just talk about business, it’d become layered with unspoken attraction and frightful uncertainty. I’d never had to fight my body’s reaction before. I’d never come across a man who I wanted to strip to the bone and discover everything he kept hidden.
Not even Clara’s father.
Not that it would be considered a love affair. He’d taken my virginity behind the toilet block in Hyde Park. It’d been messy, awkward, and a little painful. It wasn’t rape, but it wasn’t exactly consensual either. I’d been a stupid, reckless fifteen-year-old who thought she could tease and not pay the consequences.
Fox shattered my reminiscing. “Rule three for you?”
The stress in my body returned, mirroring the anxious strain in the room. Fox never took his eyes off me, effectively pinning me against the chair. I no longer focused on my surroundings. This man had the power to steal my every thought.
“Rule three,” I began, my voice huskier than before, “umm, I expect you to treat me as more than just a sex toy. I need mental stimulation and would appreciate if you spoke to me kinder rather than like a giant gorilla who thinks he’s top authority. ”
My mind raced between the threat of sex and the allure of money.
What sort of mother am I?
Fox’s lips flickered into a quick smile before he smoothed his features.
He tilted his head in vague agreement. “Rule three for me, I’ll give you the mental stimulation you need, but in return I expect everything. I ask a question—you give me the truth. I ask you to do something—you do it. ”
Snapping his fingers like I’d seen him do on the fighting floor, his voice darkened. “While you’re in my house under my protection, you’ll forget about the outside world. Your friends, your family, your entire life no longer exists. Just me. ”
My heart bucked as true fear rushed back and doubt crept in. I’d learned how to sneak and stay hidden from my childhood—I just hoped I could use those skills to disappear at night to see Clara. Fox would never have to know, and I could hug and kiss my daughter while making sure she stayed happy and well.
I nursed my own deception even as I accepted his rules.
“Do I need a medic to run a sexual health test on you? Are you on the pill?”
I should’ve been prepared for that question. Of course, he wouldn’t want to wear condoms for a month. But I hadn’t rehearsed my answer.
Old pain rose as memories tried to cloud me.
Fox sat forward. His eyes narrowed, sensing my reluctance.
I dropped my gaze. My fingers swooped up to fiddle with the matching star necklace Clara and I wore. The familiarity of the silver helped calm me.
I’d been eighteen. A struggling mother with a bratty two-year-old, working all hours of the day to support us. I’d been so wrapped up in my worries, I hadn’t heard the footsteps behind me.
“Give us your money, bitch. ”
One moment I stood on two feet, the next I kissed asphalt.
Four pairs of legs surrounded me, all male, all young, and full of something to prove.
Without a word, I fumbled for my bag and gave the thirty dollars and twenty-five cents that I had in cash.
“That’s it? Where’s the rest of it?”
What followed hurt too much to relive. I’d been lucky, I supposed. I wasn’t raped, but there were only so many kicks to the stomach that a young body could sustain until infertility occurred.
I’d spent a week in hospital while my precious toddler had been looked after by an elderly woman who lived above us.
“Tell me. What are you thinking?” Fox growled.
A chill eased through my blood, helping me remain cool and unfeeling. “I’m clear from diseases, and you don’t need to worry about contraception. ” My voice hardened. “I’m not going to sleep with you until I know your history, too. As part of my rules, I need to know you’re clean. ”
His shoulders
tightened and jaw ticked, but he nodded slowly. “I’m clean. You have nothing to fear from me. ” Darkness shadowed his eyes for just a moment followed by a flippant hand gesture. “I’m taking sleeping with bastards for cash is a new thing for you?”
My mouth hung open. “There you go again. I thought we’d made progress—that’d I’d judged you too harshly, but nope. You’re still an asshole. ” Swiping a hand through my tangled hair, I snapped, “I’ve already told you I’m not a whore, and I’m not answering anything that’s disrespectful. I promised I wouldn’t disrespect you, so don’t do it to me. ”
His body rippled with energy, everything about him poised to attack. Slowly, he rolled his shoulders, dismissing the build-up as quickly as it’d come. “You’re right. At least we have the formalities out of the way. ”
My legs itched to stand up and walk out the door. Everything about this agreement was wrong. But the bribery of two hundred thousand kept me glued to the chair like a puppet, and his mystery kept me from hating him completely.
And your desire for him makes you wet.
I shifted, feeling cheap.
He ran a forefinger over his bottom lip. The lighting in the room didn’t illuminate much, leaving me with the sensation of being cut off from everything. Alone in a private world with this scarred stranger.
“I’ll have Oscar arrange the first payment and send it to wherever you want, but if you leave without my permission you will owe me every cent. ” The leather of the chair creaked as he sat higher. “Don’t expect a generous lover in me. I plan to take everything you have to give. ” His voice came out low, husky, almost inaudible.
Nerves fluttered in my stomach. His eyes captured mine. “That’s hardly fair. ”
He spanned his hands. “That’s the deal. I’m buying you for my pleasure. Don’t forget that. ”
“How can I forget?” I muttered.
Fox sniffed at my flippant remark.
I said, “You won’t let me leave for a month, but you’ll let me use the phone. I need to call someone. ”
His forehead furrowed. “One phone call. ”
“One?”
I can’t believe this. It’s like being in jail.
“From now on, you have to ask permission to do anything. You’ve handed over your rights to me. ” Fox smiled grimly. “Welcome to my world, dobycha. ”
Goosebumps spread at the foreign word.
Sighing, I thought about what I’d agreed to. For someone who’d never had to answer to anyone her entire life, it would take a lot of getting used to.
“And the other fine print?” I asked.
He stood and came around the desk to face me, trespassing on my personal bubble. “You let me do what I want to you. ”
I held up my hand, ready to cut him off, but he snapped, “Let me finish. ”
“I have free reign over your body. You let me treat you like a possession, and I promise I won’t hurt you. ”
Questions flew wild in my head. He was asking me to give up my freedom, to bow to him, to relinquish all thoughts of belonging to myself, and obey his every whim.
Two hundred thousand suddenly wasn’t enough.
The word ‘no’ danced on my tongue. He might intrigue me, seduce me, and offer a chance at saving my daughter, but a month was a very long time.
In a lightning move, Fox grabbed my arm and hauled me upright. I teetered on my stupid heels, cursing the pinching pain of blisters. My eyes came to his mouth, and I gulped as he licked his lips.
“Your first order is to put your hands behind your back. ” His breath tickled my eyelashes, smelling faintly of chocolate and mint.
I frowned.
“Do it,” Fox demanded.
Slowly, I brought my arms behind my back and linked my fingers. The moment I’d locked them against the small of my back, he hooked his finger into the dip in my dress and dragged me forward. My chest collided with his—my breasts against his hard muscle. My stomach rose and fell, brushing against his chiselled one.
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