Page 37 of Prey for You

I blinked and focused again.

The man was a professional, but there was a gleam in his eye like he knew what I was thinking. “Do you need me to repeat the question?”

I cleared my throat. “Yes. Yes, please.”

Polite. Calm. And giving no hint of my desire to close hands on Jeremy’s throat—and this guy too while I was at it—I forced myself to stay present, praying I could sustain it. I needed to get this right.

“Part of your charges are a breach of parole for prior convictions. Have you faced any further charges or complaints since leaving the state penitentiary?”

“Objection. Relevanceandprejudice,” my lawyer growled, but he’d already warned me that I’d have to answer every question even if he objected. They would work hard to keep those answers out of court.

Bridget’s lawyer looked smug and waited for me to answer.

“I haven’t had any convictions or charges of any kind since I left prison. Until now,” I added reluctantly.

The lawyer nodded, flipping open a folder in front of him and scanning a page. “Since leaving prison have you continued working as what is commonly referred to as aPrimal Dom?”

I knew it was coming, but it still made me brace. “Yes.”

“Please explain what practices are involved in being a Primal Dom?” he looked up at me and there was a smug gleam in his eye.

I rolled my jaw. I’d faced skepticism and fear from people ever since I’d discovered my appetite for this kind of work. I knew how it sounded to someone unfamiliar with what we did. I also knew how to answer those questions before they were asked. This fucker wasn’t going to corner me.

“It is a consensual agreement between two adults—females, in my case—in which the Dom… pursues them.”

“Stalks them?”

“Objection!”

“I follow them to catch them unaware—but only after they haveaskedme to,” I said tightly. “Stalking is illegal and intimidating. What I do is… invited.”

“Part of this practice is termedhunting.As in, huntingwomen, correct?”

“Objection—prejudicial.”

I took a deep breath. “The chase is often called a hunt because it’ssport.But the women always know it will occur, even if they don’t know when. We’ve discussed it in detail beforehand and agreed on our terms. They usuallywantto be surprised.”

“Usually?” The asshole’s head tipped like a curious dog.

“Every agreement is different. Different boundaries or requests. Most often my clients would request that I pursue them when they didn’t know it was going to happen.”

“And once you’d hunted a woman… what then?”

I met his eyes and didn’t back down. “If I was successful, there would be a takedown.”

“And did the women ever fight?”

I nodded. “Almost always. The agreed point was for them to do their best to thwart me.”

“Were you or your clients ever injured during these struggles?”

“Of course. Mostly bruises and scrapes.”

His eyes narrowed. “Were you ever injuredbyyour client during these struggles?”

“Yes.”

“Give me an example?”

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