Page 56 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

"No," I stated.

"Yes. It's less than ten minutes from here to the royals' mansion. Your house is too small, and too far. Your stuff is here now, so you have no reason to leave," he countered.

"My stuff is what?"

"I had my people pack your house and move everything here. I warned them about the pottery, and nothing broke. Before you ask, I saw the vibrator in your nightstand when I was in your room, and I told them not to open it."

Rage rolled through me. I stood quickly, slamming my door behind me and clenching my fists as I stepped up closer to the vampire king.

"You have no right."

"I have every right, Angel. I'm your goddamn mate. This thing between us isn't going anywhere. It isn't what you wanted, but it's what you have. I am what you have. I haven't been clear enough about what it means to me, but that ends now." He took a step forward.

I took a step back, before our bodies could meet. My ass hit the car.

Dante took my chin in his hand, his grip surprisingly gentle given the fury I could feel burning between us.

He tilted his face down, until our gazes locked.

"I fucking love the taste of your blood, and you're right about you deserving to eat as well as I do. I eat like a king; you will too. You will never ask anyone for money again, including me. My money is yours, because that's what you deserve as the woman providing me blood. Do you understand?"

I huffed. "I'm not going along with this."

Yeah, sure, I was slightly horny from his whole caveman lecture, but I wasn't just going to give in. We had a mental bond, but that didn't mean he could take over my life.

"You don't get a choice." He lifted my wrist.

I felt a warm strip of metal kiss my skin before I looked down and realized what it was.

A thin, rose gold band was wrapped around my wrist without any visible seams, hooks, or alternate ways to open it.

What the hell?

"I did warn you." He dragged his thumb slowly over my bottom lip before releasing my chin and striding toward the front door of the house.

There was a long beat of silence before I stormed after him, wrapping my magic around the bracelet as I tried to figure out how it worked. The damn thing felt impenetrable, but I could tell there was magic inside it. I just couldn't access it.

"You said you'd move me into your room if I fucked someone else. I didn't," I pointed out.

"Asking someone else for money is as good as cheating in my book. You're lucky I'm letting you live away from me at all."

"Like fuck it is," I spat. "It's money."

"Which I made it clear to you that I had. The bracelet will send me your location constantly," he called over his shoulder as he reached the door and typed the code in.

"How do I get it off?"

"You don't. It's dwarven magic. Angels can't change it. I asked."

"How does it work?"

"There's an app."

So it came back to phones again.

God forbid a woman decides to save a hundred bucks a month and a bunch of anxiety by refusing to carry one.

"Did you get this on one of our errands?" I demanded.