Elara’s POV
‘I, Elara Saint Clair, will serve Don Marco Conti as his submissive bride and personal pet for as long as my master pleases.’
What the actual heck?! Is he crazy?!
I looked away from the ridiculous clause on the contract and up at the tall ugly pile with a stinky smirk. He tilted his head in a ‘go on' way.
‘Dickhead.’ I hissed silently and put the pen to paper, then stopped for a moment.
“Chihuahua isn't that pricey. How about a cat? They're good pets.” He didn't laugh at my dry joke. “Just so we're clear, do I get to sing for you?”
I played around, knowing what it meant but too troubled to admit it.
Mute, he thrust a foot forward, sliding in between my legs, and gently parting them. He set his hand on the desk and pressed forward, almost crashing me to the clean w
