"Adam don’t you dare!" I yelped but Adam was already at the door and only threw me a sheepish grin before he was gone.
"You think that boy could protect you from me?" Ryder inquired letting his arms drop to his side, he'd changed. His jeans rode low on his hips and the long sleeve white shirt was open far enough to expose his well-muscled chest and a peek of the tattoos he was covered in. As he stepped closer I realized he also was barefooted.
"Maybe," I whispered trying to backpedal, this wasn’t happening.
I watched as he stopped at the end of the opulent bed, it was big enough to fit seven bodies on, what the hell was up with him and his orgy sized beds? He didn’t get on the bed, instead his eyes raked over me slowly, intensely, hungrily. Chills crept down my spine, my mouth dried and the scream in my throat sat paralyzed on the verge of coming out.
"Get over it. You said you are not a victim. You came highly recommended for this job, if you're not useful for it…I will find something you are useful for," his eyes lowered to my lips.
I stuck out my tongue and then almost bit it off when he smiled. Guy needed to get knocked around a little, break his nose or something. He had a masculine beauty that left me boneless. Those wicked lips kept taunting me. His eyes had the eerie glow to them once more. It was a look I didn't want to see on any Fae. I swallowed and refused to lower my gaze from his.
"I'm not defined by what your people did to my parents, but I'm not stupid either," I said after what felt like hours of silence but in reality had only been seconds. That damn stare of his was unnerving!
"Not my people. Make no mistake of that. Do not damn a race for the deeds of a few bad apples."
It was words I had heard before, they didn’t help. The fear was still there and in an enforcer it was a fatal one. I was known for putting my foot in my mouth, but I needed him to know one thing. "I'm okay with the entire contract but one thing."
He raised a dark eye brow, "Which is?"
"I'm not sleeping with you. I don’t care if you're starving and writhing on the fucking floor. I'll walk over you and out that damn the door. I'll drag someone else back to you—but it won't be me you feed off of, ever."
His lips twitched, but his eyes stayed emotionless. "Writhing on the floor?"
"Writhing," I confirmed.
"I do not writhe on the floor, ever."
"Good, then we are on the same page." I said smoothly.
"The contract says you will. It's a blood oath…so if I start writhing, you will spread those creamy thighs and let me in. Do you know what going back on a blood oath means?"
I swallowed, raising both my brows as I tried to think if I knew what it meant. I exhaled, I was about to learn something new. Marie would have been happy, since she was a staunch believer that you learned something new every day. "No, but I have an inkling I'm about to."
His lips twitched again, but it was subtle, if I had blinked I would have missed it.
"Let me enlighten you, if you go back on it under any circumstances I can kill you, or worse. You belong to me, in every way that matters. If I want you in my bed, make no mistake, that palm of yours will itch and you will be helpless but to fulfill my needs. I say jump, you ask how high. You are bound to me body and soul, until I say otherwise. You took part of my soul. I just took a piece of yours. Getting it now? Or do I need to show you for you to understand?"
I wanted to scream, or rip his eyes out. "I'm not a piece of fucking property, I cannot be owned!"
"Quite the opposite, you are mine. As of right now, you belong to me Pet."
Ten
I'd taken off like my ass was on fire the moment I was released from Ryder to retrieve anything I would need for the next few weeks. I'd run into my room and thrown open my laptop, starting it up the moment we'd come inside from being dropped off by the Fae. Turned out I couldn’t weasel my way out of the damn contract. He had to end the deal. I couldn't.
The contract was indeed a blood oath, sealed by our blood. It was legally binding in the eyes of the Fae and the Witches Guild. It went above that though, if I broke it or refused to acknowledge it, I would become his in every sense of the word. If he wanted my soul—he just had to say the words, unless we could find another loophole, which I would need to start looking for now.
How could I have been so stupid? I glared at the laptop. This was idiotic! I shouldn’t have to move in to his house, estate or whatever he had called it. He had mind-fucked me and in doing so he'd backed me into a fucking corner. He'd made me see red and then he'd baited his freaking hook with Adam dipped in chocolate to ensure I signed those damn papers.