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‘Lies.’ The word was all heat as he pulled my hair firmly, tipping my head backward. His other hand skated up my throat and gripped it tight. ‘I have a little something for you.’
When he resumed the hair washing, I could have cried. I craved his touch already.
Wrapped in one of the huge, fluffy towels, he took me into the bedroom and rooted through his jacket pocket, fishing out a medium-sized square box.
The velvet on the outside was buttery soft beneath my fingers as I flicked it open. Inside, nestled was a beautiful, solid, golden choker, and dangling at the front was a small heart with the inscription "Cora".
‘It’s gorgeous,’ I said as he took the choker from the box.
‘It locks on. You’ll be unable to remove it until next week, when I let you go.’
My throat bobbed as I blinked up at him.
‘Hold your hair up,’ he said. Behind me, he opened the clasp and placed/secured it around my throat. It sat snugly enough not to be annoying but was thin enough not to feel like it was suffocating. He shifted me so I could see us in the mirror, making my towel fall to the floor.
‘I look like a pet,’ I said as the mechanism locked beneath his fingers.
‘Is that a bad thing?’
‘No,’ I whispered. It made me hot between the thighs to see me naked and collared with him behind me.
‘Mine,’ he growled possessively against my ear as he reached up to stroke the metal at my throat.
‘For the week,’ I added.
‘We’ll see.’ The way he said it sent shivers up my spine.
TWENTY-SIX
EWEN
The mansion was silent, with all the staff sent out for the evening.
Folding my shirt sleeves up, I checked over my appearance one last time. I wanted to look perfect for Cora.
Since our middle of the night bath, I’d not touched her for the entire day. Focusing on work had been brutal when I’d popped into the club to arrange cover for the night and deal with some orders. She clouded my mind every second.
Being able to pull up the app on my phone, which connected to the transmitter in her golden collar, helped. Seeing it blink as she moved about my mansion soothed my soul. After her almost being hurt at Seth’s, I was taking no chances.
Was it invasive? A little.
It was worth it to know she was safe.
Skimming a hand through my short, dark hair, I pulled my shoulders back and took a deep breath.
Nerves fluttered in my stomach.
Would I disappoint her?
The clicking of her heels announced her arrival before she entered the library bar. Her curves were bathed in red, the form-fitting dress looked like it was made for her.
My breath stuttered as she smiled at me, pushing a glossy wave of hair over one shoulder as she approached. How did she squeeze my heart within my chest like that?
‘Hey,’ she said as she sat on the high bar stool beside me. The collar glittering against her throat had me hard.
Mine.
The thought whispered across my mind as I greedily drank her in. I wanted to keep her—not as a possession, but as someone I could hardly imagine being without.
