The Deal
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Chapter 12 – The Deal
Alesia sat in front of the massive oak desk, wearing nothing but his silk robe. Nico stood behind her, his hand resting possessively on her shoulder. A thick contract lay on the table.
Her name was printed at the top.
“Nico,” she whispered, staring at the papers. “What is this?”
“A deal,” he said. “Binding. In every way.”
She flipped through the pages. Her heart dropped.
Clause 1: She would not leave the mansion without permission.
Clause 2: She would share his bed every night.
Clause 3: Her body, time, and submission would belong to him—entirely.
Tears welled up. “This is insane.”
He bent low, mouth brushing her ear. “It’s love.”
“No—it’s ownership.”
He smiled darkly. “Exactly.”
His hand slipped beneath the robe, teasing over her bare thigh. “Sign it, or I’ll take you right here, on this desk, with the guards outside hearing every sound you make.”
Her breath hitched. She should say no.
But she didn’t.
Because deep down, the idea of being claimed, controlled, possessed—it no longer scared her.
It thrilled her.
Her fingers trembled as she took the pen.
She signed.
The moment the ink dried, Nico turned her around, lifted her onto the desk, and kissed her like she was the only thing keeping him alive.
And then he took her.
There. On the cold wood. Her legs wrapped around him, his hands gripping her wrists above her head. Every thrust felt like a promise—violent, raw, unrelenting.
“You’re mine now,” he growled into her mouth. “Legally. Eternally.”
She came apart beneath him—mindless, broken, and completely his.
And when it was over, he licked the sweat from her collarbone and whispered, “Next time, we’ll sign your name in blood.”
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