Page 12 of His Property

“I don’t care about money.”

“I know,” I say, somehow knowing it’s true. “I’m not finished.”

I take a deep breath and bunch my hands into fists to try and calm the shaking. “I’ll sleep with you. I’ll do anything you want. You can take me home with you if you want.”

He huffs, his posture deflating like he’s disappointed. “Is that all you’ve got?”

My heart stops.

“I know you want a sub.”

“Wrong. You know I went to a BDSM club. You don’t know that I practice BDSM.”

My mouth opens and closes, and my brows pinch. “I don’t understand.”

“Of course you don’t,” he says, sounding annoyed. “That little mouse brain of yours couldn’t begin to comprehend all the things I want.” He pauses. “Let me put it this way, BDSM has too many fucking rules. I don’t want a sub. I want a victim.” He smiles, although his annoyance is still there. “You still up for that?”

No.

What the fuck is he even talking about?

“I don’t get it,” I say, taking another step back. This time, he takes a step forward, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “If that’s what you want, why don’t you just take it? Why go to a BDSM club? Why not just rape and kill me right here instead of pretending your boss wants to talk to me?”

I back into my dresser, and Victor pins me against it, his hands on either side of me. His erection pushes against my stomach, and he leans so my back arches over the dresser. There’s fear coursing through me, an immense amount of it. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t getting aroused right along with him.

“Because the familia can be a bit controlling about what I do in my free time.” He’s close enough that his breath slithers into my nostrils and makes my spine tingle.

This is for TJ. Not for me, for TJ. Whatever is in his head right now is fucked up, and I don’t want any part of it.

Why can’t my body understand this?

“Are you saying they won’t let you rape people?”

“I’m saying they won’t let me take any prisoners.”

“And that’s what you really want?” I ask, breathless. “A prisoner?”

A slave.

No rules. No limits. No safe words.

I think I’m starting to understand.

When he nods, I place my hands on his chest.

“Done,” I say.

He narrows his eyes. “Have you ignored every word I’ve said?”

I shake my head. “You said you’re not allowed to have a prisoner. If you took me, I wouldn’t be one. I’d go willingly.”

He just stares at me.

“As a sub,” I clarify. “They let you do BDSM, right? I can be your sub, and you can pretend it isn’t consensual, if that’s what you want. You don’t have to respect my limits, and you don’t have to follow any rules.” I swallow. “It’s the closest you’ll ever get to the real thing.”

A spark ignites in his hazel irises, and soon they’re engulfed in flames. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t even move… But those eyes tell me everything I need to know.

“The only condition is that you won’t be able to kill TJ or me,” I say, my voice cracking. “Obviously, they wouldn’t buy that my death was consensual.”

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