It fell to the floor with a quiet thud.
The tie came next, coming loose and falling off his body.
None of this made any sense. I shouldn’t want to kiss him, no matter how attracted I was to him. I shouldn’t feel indebted to him for protecting me, not when he bought me in the first place. But my life was no longer normal, and it didn’t change the fact that I wanted him. He took my virginity, and now he would always have a piece of me.
I unbuttoned his collared shirt, starting from the top and moving to the bottom as our kiss continued. He breathed into me deeply, his kiss as ferocious as it was in the beginning. He squeezed my tits and rubbed his thumbs over my nipples.
I pushed the shirt over his shoulder, finally revealing his perfect body.
That’s when I saw it—the lipstick on his neck.
A jolt of jealousy rampaged through my body, so sudden I didn’t even feel it begin. The idea of a woman running her lips over his body while I was shoveling shit in his stables pissed me off. Maybe I was just a possession, but I didn’t expect to share him. He couldn’t take my virginity, fuck me without a condom, and then screw one of his models during the workday.
I shoved him hard in the chest. “That’s not how this is going to work, asshole.”
He stumbled back, his expression so blank he clearly had no idea what was going on. He took a few more steps back then stopped, all the muscles in his body tight from the way he tensed. His temper ran rampant through his body, his physique projecting his emotions so easily. He was so cut it didn’t seem real.
“You can have me, but don’t expect me to turn the other way while you fuck your models at work. I’m not catching anything, so if that’s how this is going to be, then you’re wearing a condom.” I wasn’t sure if a condom would even satisfy me. He took my virginity and did it as romantically as possible—because he knew that was how I wanted it. Maybe I’d let my guard down and assumed more of him than I should. He never said we were exclusive, but if he was bedding me every night, why would he want anyone else?
He lowered his hands to his sides, his eyebrows furrowed in irritation. “Where is this coming from?”
I pointed at my neck. “Make sure you wipe off your lipstick marks before you come home, honey.” I felt like a poor wife waiting for her husband to come home, only to find out he was getting his kicks elsewhere.
He rubbed his palm along his neck then stared at his hand, inspecting the lipstick mark. His eyes narrowed farther before understanding came over his gaze. He lifted his chin and looked at me, his jaw tight. “I’m flattered you’re jealous.”
“Jealous?” I hissed. “I’m not jealous. I’m just pissed.”
“Same thing.” The corner of his mouth rose in a smile.
I shook my head and held the towel over my body. “You’re an asshole. Get out of my room.” I stormed into the living room. That way I could shut the door.
He was close behind me, making sure I couldn’t shut him out of anywhere. “As much as I’m enjoying this, it’s not how it seems.”
“If you think I’m stupid—”
He grabbed me by the elbow and jerked me toward him. He pulled the towel away and tossed it off to the side so I couldn’t grab it again. “My models kiss me all the time. You’ve seen them do it. Doesn’t mean I fucked them.”
I wanted to believe him, but I felt stupid for believing that. I twisted out of his grasp.
He held me tighter, dragging me against his body. “Muse, if I fucked someone, I wouldn’t hide it from you. I don’t give a damn if I hurt your feelings or not. I’m free to do whatever I want. You’re the one who has to keep her legs closed to anyone but me. That’s the deal—that’s why I bought you.”
It only partially consoled me. “You’re an asshole.”
“How else did you think this was going to be?” he demanded. “That we would be exclusive forever?”
It was a stupid thing to think. I never should have assumed it in the first place. He called me his muse and bought me for so much money that I thought I meant more to him. I thought I would be enough for him. “If you’re fucking me all the time, why do you need anyone else?”
His eyes shifted back and forth slightly as he stared at me, his fingertips digging into my skin. The gaze was intense and long. It didn’t seem like he was going to say anything at all. It wasn’t surprising that he was an incredible designer since he could stare at something without blinking for such a long period of time. “I haven’t been with another woman since the day I met you. But don’t get confused about the nature of our relationship. You’re my toy. I’m the only man who can enjoy you because I own you. But I will enjoy other women when I feel like it. I’m not committed to you whatsoever.”