CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
~ Camilla
The paper hit the desk with a sharp slap, my hand stinging from the force.
Stephano barely flinched. "A contract," he said smoothly, like he was offering me a glass of wine instead of a goddamn s*x slave agreement.
I stared at him, heart hammering. "No. It's a f*****g prostitution contract. Dressed up in fancy fonts."
He tilted his head, studying me like I was amusing. "Prostitution implies choice."
His voice dropped a little lower. "This... is ownership."
I sucked in a breath.
"You want me to be your on-call w***e? What’s next, Stephano? A collar with your initials on it? Maybe a leash, so you can parade me around your penthouse like a trophy?"
He smiled. It was lazy, slow, devastating.
"Don't tempt me."
The heat in his eyes made my stomach twist,
