Hazel murmured, “When you kissed me I felt everything. I loved the slipperiness of your tongue. The heat of your body. I could feel—” She paused before carrying on, “I could feel your cock against my belly, and it made me want you. The kiss whispered of promises, and my body melted for you. Does that answer your question?”
Goddammit, it made me rock hard and drooling.
Zel was so different than the last woman. She was a comet, blazing through my dead world.
I’d screwed a total of one woman. She’d been like me: a belonging. We sneaked out of the establishment one night and indulged in what we’d seen people do on television. It hadn’t been great, more like a life experience I needed to get over with, but it’d given me a brief taste of connection. We hadn’t kissed. We hadn’t hugged—touching apart from the essentials was out of the question.
Afterward, we went back to our cells and never mentioned it again.
Two weeks later, we all graduated, and she left for her assignments and I left for mine. The rest of my life had a large stain over it, and I didn’t like to go swimming in memories.
Why did you buy her? You know it’s not going to end well.
I didn’t fucking know. It’d been spur of the moment, an urge I couldn’t disobey. I had to keep her. I had to know if she could cure me. I couldn’t describe the insane idiocy of dragging her upstairs. The connection made no sense. I’d never been interested in anyone the way I had locked onto her. It wasn’t logical for a man of my past to even care about another human, let alone suffer lunacy at the thought of letting them go.
The kiss had been too distracting. Dropping the tight grip on my control, I focused on her heat and texture. I memorized every nip and sweep of her tongue. I didn’t notice she’d unlocked her hands.
Big mistake. Huge fucking mistake.
It couldn’t happen again.
Scowling, I settled stiffly into my chair, thankful for the large expanse of wood between us.
She moved to the chair opposite and sat down. My eyes narrowed on the shadows on her neck. As much as I thirsted for the connection, as much as I wanted her to touch me and find solace from a lifetime of pain, I couldn’t.
The closest I could come was using her callously. Never letting her get too close, never sharing any of my thoughts or past.
It was best she knew nothing about me.
I told her not to touch me. It’s not my fault I hurt her.
That was bullshit.
It seemed other precautions would have to be taken to make sure she didn’t disobey again and make me kill her.
Her eyes met mine and my heart lurched. Run. Leave me. No amount of money is worth staying with a monster like me.
Needing to dispel the wariness between us, I muttered, “I’m sorry.”
Zel nodded, wincing a little from her sore neck. “I know. You don’t have to mention it again. Call it a learning curve.” Her eyes held forgiveness along with fierce determination.
I snorted. She thought she could fix me, and I wanted her to. Too bad it would never have a happy ending.
Sighing, I grabbed a piece of paper and my favourite fountain pen. Bowing my head, I scribbled:
Contract between Obsidian Fox and Hazel Hunter.
The vague agreement wouldn’t stand up in a court of law. I only bothered so I had something to hold over her if she suddenly tried to leave. I might want her to leave for her own safety, but I was a selfish man and would use her for as long as I could.
Hazel agrees to obey Fox implicitly for the agreed amount of time of one month. In that time she will go where he wishes, do what he wants, and offer no argument or disrespect. In that time, Fox agrees to treat Hazel with respect and won’t make lavish demands. Hazel agrees to be available to Fox at any time, night or day for his needs, and will obey any order that’s given. Fox agrees to keep her safe, not cause any pain—
Stopping, I scratched out the last line. I’d already caused her pain by body-slamming her to the ground.
Fucking idiot. Fucking machine.
My handlers had ruined me for life. The automatic maiming from being touched had been so ingrained, it would never leave. I was a moron to think it ever would.
The heaviness in my soul grew as I accepted the inevitable: I would never be free.
I’d been able to break other commands, but touching had a special hold on me. After all, they’d gone to a lot of trouble to make it my first instinct.
The cane came from nowhere, walloping me around the back of my knees. My hands flexed around the knife as I faced the target of bundled hay dressed in kid's clothing of dungarees and green t-shirt.
“Stab it, Operative Fox.”
They struck me again, and this time it was instant. The moment pain radiated in my joints, I stabbed the dummy with all my strength.
Again and again they hit me until the hay and clothing were a shredded mess at my feet. Sweat ran under my thick winter jacket even as snow flurried around us from the icy Russian winter.
Pain equalled pain. To be inflicted meant to inflict. Touch meant to kill. Simple.
It was freeing to obey such a basic code.
I shook my head, frowning at the piece of paper. Damn fucking flashbacks. They came more often when I was stressed.
Returning to the paper, I finished writing:
Fox agrees to pay Hazel one hundred thousand up front, and another one hundred thousand dollars at the end of one month. If Hazel leaves without Fox’s permission before the time is up, the contract is null and void and no money shall be exchanged.
Scrawling my illegible autograph, I looked up.
Zel hadn’t moved, her eyes focused on my scar. Interest and pity etched her face.
I growled, “Another rule I forgot to mention. Don’t you dare pity me. I don’t want your pity. I don’t deserve your pity. Understand?”
She flinched, but didn’t look away. “It’s not pity. It’s curiosity.” Her hand flew up to spin a delicate chain around her throat. I’d noticed it before. A single star.
The way she touched the silver in reverence hinted that it held a tender history. It meant a lot to her.
It made me jealous.
“I’m just trying to understand you. That’s all.” Her voice was firm and not in the least bit scared of my minor episode of throwing her to the floor. She was so damn strong. Idiotic hope sparked once again. Was she strong enough to withstand me?
My lips tingled, remembering her taste. Remembering the brutal need in her—the summoning from her body to mine.
My heartbeats changed from low and measured—how I always was when I slipped into conditioning—to fast and hard with need.
I wanted her.
Shifting, I rearranged my fucking hard-on. Her lips curled just a little, almost as if she knew what caused my discomfort.
It was her. All her. Damn woman.
“Sign this.” Shoving the paper across the desk, I motioned for her to come forward.
In bare feet, she stood and padded closer. Perching on the edge of the desk, the gold and silver dress hitched up, showing a split to mid-thigh.
Goddammit.
My stomach twisted as my cock lurched, growing hotter and thicker until I was sure it would self-combust.
With slightly shaking fingers, Zel took the piece of paper and read it. Her eyes narrowed and she nibbled on her bottom lip. I expected an argument, but she only nodded and looked up. “I need your pen.”
Silently, I passed her the fountain pen and held my breath as she signed with a pretty flourish. I felt like a full-blown asshole. I’d made her submit for money. What sort of bastard did that? It couldn’t be helped that she really had no concept of survival. Selling herself to a stranger for a month? What woman did that? We were both as bad as each other.
The thought had a strange appeal.
Keeping my face completely neutral, I took the signed contract from her, keeping my fingers well away from hers, and placed it into the top drawer and locked it.
A smidgen of relief filled me. She was mine for exactly thirty days. It was time we got acquainted.
Her eyes swept upward, connecting with mine only briefly before dropping to the scar. Her pouty lips thinned while thoughts swirled in her green eyes.
The scar had been a punishment—a reminder of just how deep I’d fallen. It’d been retribution for not obeying.
I couldn’t even think about that night without breaking into a cold sweat.
“I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping.” Checking the time on my phone, I added, “What time do you normally go to bed?”
She paused, surprise written on her face. “Same as everybody else I guess. About midnight, get up at about six or whenever Cla—”
She snapped her lips together, avoiding my eyes.
“Don’t do that—cut yourself off mid-sentence. Whatever you were going to say, I want to know.” I hated her keeping things from me. Even though I had full intention of keeping everything from her.
She pulled her shoulders back, fighting me with her gaze. “I was going to say when Clue gets up for work. She has a range of jobs, and some days she’s up very early.”
The lie rained from her lips like the truth, but I knew different. The decibels of her voice were odd.
Shaking my head softly, I whispered, “I know you just lied, but after what I did, I won’t push it. But next time…it better be the truth.”
She held her ground even as a flash of apprehension filled her gaze.
I cocked my head, drinking her in. “Where are you from originally?” I guessed Europe—Spain perhaps. I’d become quite an expert on guessing nationalities. Another hazard of my previous employment.
She shrugged, eyeing me warily. “I don’t need to lie about that. I only knew my father. Or at least, I think he was my father. He looked after me until he just disappeared one day. I think I was five when he left. I vaguely remember him speaking another language, so it’s entirely possible I’m from overseas and not Australian originally.”
I didn’t have a retort to that. Seemed we had yet another thing in common. Missing lineage. Missing pieces from our past.
She glanced at the phone in my hands.
“I want that phone call. I need to arrange something.”
Shit, I’d forgotten about that. I didn’t want her talking to anyone—spilling the details of what we’d agreed to. It wouldn’t paint either of us in a good light.
Reluctantly, I dropped the phone into her waiting palm. “I’m not giving you privacy, so don’t bother asking.”
She huffed, but didn’t argue. Pressing a sequence of numbers, she paced toward the graffiti artwork, chewing her bottom lip.
“Come on. Please, pick up,” she whispered.
It seemed an age before she slouched and sighed heavily. “I thought you weren’t there. Did you get home alright?”
The concern in her voice sent a sharp bolt of jealousy through me. I didn’t like that she cared so deeply for another. Someone had the privilege of living with her, learning her secrets.
“No, it’s fine. I’ve got it under control.” Zel frowned, listening to whoever existed on the other end of the phone. “No. I’m good. Listen, I have to do something you’re not going to understand, but don’t freak out, okay?”
She nodded, twirling a piece of hair around her pinkie. “I know. I feel awful to do this to you and…well you know, but I won’t be home for a while.”
She threw a glance my way. My hackles rose, unable to determine why I suddenly felt on edge.
“I’ll be away for a month,” she finally said.
I gritted my teeth. She hadn’t lied, but she hadn’t been entirely truthful either. I narrowed my eyes. If she thought she could leave, she had a surprise coming. She didn’t know what I had in store for her. It wouldn’t be simple matter of walking out the front door.
A screech came from the phone and I wished I knew what the other person said.
“I have my reasons. It’ll mean a lot to us financially if I stay. Don’t get upset. I’ll explain it better soon.” Her eyes dashed to mine again before she cupped the mouth piece. “Clue, don’t. I can’t tell you. Not yet.”