I gripped her chin, dragging her lips a breeze away from mine. “The minute you sign those papers, you’re mine. All that legal jargon says one thing: I own you. Mind, body, what you eat for dinner, what you want for Christmas. You’re fucking mine.” The last bit came out on a growl. “I get to use you. Break you. Own you.”
I could feel her suck in a breath. She practically stole my own. “You might own my body, you’ll never own my mind.”
A slow grin spread. “Sign the papers, Snitch.”
I held her a half second longer, then dropped her. She swallowed a shuddery breath, placed the papers on a nearby table, bending over to sign.
“Before the fucking plane takes off would be nice.”
“A plane?” she scrambled. “Why?” A second later she answered her own question. “The vacation…but I can’t leave. Not now.”
I quirked my head. “Then stay. But if you sign the contract, Snitch, you do what I say. You go where I go.”
She twisted her face in determination, and it was too fucking cute the way her brow furrowed. “Can I at least say goodbye?” she asked. “What about my clothes? I haven’t packed.”
“I’ve got everything you need.”
She was wearing another nun outfit. A simple white cotton dress with quilted flowers on the top.
I wanted to get it fucked up, dirty.
I came behind her, pushing aside her hair, leaning over so my lips brushed her ear.
“The minute your name hits that paper, I’m going to make you come so hard your pussy will only ever come for me.”
Her hand shook with the pen. “I want to add one.”
I raised a brow.
“No falling in love.”
I grinned, running a hand down her spine. “Good luck with that, Snitch.”
She scribbled No falling in love into the margins to be added later, then signed her initials on each page before doing a cute, loopy Story Hale on the last. “Done.”
She hadn’t even set down the pen before I grasped her wrist, spinning her to me.
“Now it’s inked in pen.” My voice didn’t sound like mine, warbled and raw. “You’re my girl, Story. I can do whatever the fuck I want to you.”
Her breath was rocky, her breast straining against the white cotton she wore.
I didn’t have long until I had to be outside for the trip, but fuck if I’m not going to touch her now. I might not be able to taste her lips, but I can taste every other fucking inch. And I will.
I reached behind her, caging her with my arms, pressing her back against the table, and swiping the contract off it in one motion.
She swallowed. “Now?”
“Now.”
“But—”
“Starting today, I own you, Story Hale. What’s your safe word?”
STORY
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“What’s your safe word?” he asked, eyes dark.