Chapter 4
The Collar
SIENNA
I didn't know how to feel when he dropped the velvet box on the bed like it was nothing.
No words. No explanation.
Just the black box. The silence. And that look in his eyes-the kind that left me raw and dripping without a single touch.
I didn't move at first.
I just stared at it.
Soft velvet. A silver clasp.
I had a feeling this wasn't jewelry you wore outside.
"You're not opening it," he said from the doorway, shirtless, hands in his pockets. Calm, but... taut. Like a panther waiting to pounce.
I swallowed. "What is it?"
His brow arched, almost amused. "You already know what it is."
I did.
Of course I did.
It wasn't just a collar. It was a contract. A claim. A f*****g declaration.
"You said I wasn't your pet," I said softly.
"You're not."
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