Page 62 of Ferocious Nightmare

"Believe me," his lips twisted ferociously, "you will be safe."

"But how can I know for sure?" I pretended pure confusion.

He reached forward, his large palm wrapping around the back of my neck. He squeezed it. "Because. Just trust me."

"Is it because," I licked my upper lip, "you were the one who killed your previous wives?"

"You think you can manipulate me, woman?" His fingers tightened their hold on me. I didn't react, only stared into his eyes impassively.

"That only brings me to my next question—how can I possibly believe that as soon as I birth the heirs you so desperately want, that you won't kill me?" I gave him a blank smile.

"I swear to you that I won't."

“That’s not going to do.” I shook my head. "I need further assurances."

"And how would I give you that?"

"I want a contract drawn up," reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the knife Coulter had given me and he eyed it suspiciously.

I knew I couldn't kill him with it right now. His guards were on alert, their guns out again. I sliced it across my finger, drawing blood, and his eyes immediately drew to it, watching as the blood teared up.

I put my finger to my lips, sucking it into my mouth, and his eyes glazed over with lust.

"I want a contract drawn up and signed in blood, with both our attorneys present. You will release all your financials to me."

At his protest, I raised the knife to his throat. "I need to know that you can support a woman of my caliber."

He held out his hand, warding off his guards.

“A woman who drives beat up trucks and brings down the value of my home by digging up my yard?"

"I'm only getting started, tigre,” I purred, nicking his skin. "But believe me, it will be worth it."

His nostrils flared. "How?"

I sliced across his throat lightly. His hand snapped to my wrist, his fingers digging into my fingers, making me drop the knife.

It clattered to the floor, but I didn't look down. Instead, I stared into his eyes. "I have Bratva royal blood, remember? And I'm willing to do very naughty things to keep you happy."

"What if I don't want you willing?"

“Oh, I can be very unwilling too," I leaned in, my lips a pout and let out a breathy moan. "Oh daddy, please don't hurt me."

Throat bobbing, his eyes simmered with heat. Reaching upwards, I smeared some of my blood across his cheek. "You have no idea how fun I can be."

"You'd better not be fucking with me, little girl."

"I don't fuck with small minded men. Show me your financials, all your properties and assets. Draw up a contract that will have consequences for my death. I'll pick a charity of my choice where you will deposit all of your wealth into their account if I die before I turn fifty."

"For fuck’s sake!" he exploded.

“Why? Will that be a problem? Aren’t you powerful enough to keep me alive?” The vibrator inside me came to life again, and I inhaled a sharp breath, unable to stop the desire pouring through me. I used the emotion to my advantage. My fingers lightly lingered over his hardened crotch. “Brave enough to fuck a woman like me? I like to give as much as I take.”

He barked out a laugh. “You think you can own me? I’d like to see you try.”

“I already own you, Nero.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out the ceramic statue I’d stolen from him.

Rage stormed in his eyes, immediately snatching it from me. “You thief.”

“Draw up the contract.” I stood to face him. "I have good lawyers. If you even think about fucking me over, they'll have your ass before you can blink."

"Fine," he ground out, "but from here on out, you stay close to me. No running off to your little boyfriend behind my back."

I grinned. "Fine by me." Even better for me to keep an eye on you.

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