“I’mnot signing that,”I blurt out in disbelief, tears of frustration stinging my eyes.
Chapter 5 - Kristopher
We’re finally home, but I don’t feel that she’s safe yet. My father got to her. Ali Koskos has had her for two days in whatever drugged state she was in. I have no idea what she’s been through, but all I want right now is to secure her safety.
It took every ounce of control to hold myself together at that disgusting auction. My temper was on the verge of spilling free, like flood gates opening on a reservoir of death.
I wanted to open fire, rain hell down on every person in attendance. Every person who had his eyes on her, every person who bid on her, thinking she was something they could buy, as though she had value within their reach. Those assholes have no idea of her actual value. Insurmountable. Unfathomable.
She is priceless.And she is mine.
And Ali Koskos. He was the epitome of the rot, his smug demeanor while he negotiated, that cold glint in his eyes. The way he spoke of the exchange as if he were arranging a flight or booking a hotel. As though she meant nothing.
Him, I wanted to skin alive in slow motion, taking days to peel the flesh from his bones while I savored his agony. I still want that.
But it wasn’t the time or the place. My only goal was to get her out of there, to get her to safety.
And now she’s here, but I still can’t relax. Not until those papers are signed and she’s bound to me.
Not until she carries my name like a title of security wrapped around her.
I gesture towards the documents again.
“This is what has to happen,” I say calmly, but there is no room for negotiation in my voice. This is not an option.
She’s standing with her shoulders squared, her mouth tight, and her eyes boring holes into my soul.
“I’m not signing that. You’re crazy,” she snaps. Her long, honey-blonde hair is a mess. She’s a mess. Yet I can’t tear my eyes off her.
Fuck.
She’s as beautiful as ever.
And the fear I saw before, the bewildered, wild-eyed girl who was tied to that chair...it’s like a switch has flipped inside her, and that little rabbit has become a wolf.
Her eyes flare like gold shining in bright sunlight.
My heart stutters as I try to pull my thoughts together and focus on what needs to happen.
“Stop looking at me like that. I won’t sign it,” she shouts.
I can’t help the smile that touches the corner of my mouth. Fighting it, trying not to let her see it, I pull my mouth tight.
She’s gorgeous when she’s angry. Her fierceness, the fire that ignites inside her, is bold and ferocious. She’s fucking sexy.
Her cheeks are rose-pink against her porcelain skin. Smooth and perfect, I bet it would feel like silk if I brushed my fingers over her face.
I like this side of her, the side that refuses to back down, refuses to let anyone control her.
But I want to control her. I want to challenge that fire in the most erotic ways.
I clear my throat, pushing those thoughts aside.
“Georgie, this is important. You need to sign that to ensure your safety,” I explain as calmly as I can.
She looks from me to the marriage certificate.
“To marry you?” she says in disbelief. “You want tomarryme?”
