Chapter 28
Chapter 28:
“Sign the fucking contract while you can still breathe,” I whispered hoarsely. “I don’t have all day,” I hissed through gritted teeth.
“I was nice yesterday. Don’t think I’ll be that way today. Scheming under my nose and thinking you could get away so easily,” I snorted.
He quickly scribbled his signature, and then Jasmine followed suit. I could see the hesitation in her, a hint of surprise, but when she saw Jason, she reluctantly conceded.
After all the drama, with her kicking and slapping me in defiance, with a single threat, she had become an obedient vixen. She fell asleep only fifteen minutes into the drive, exhaustion having taken its toll on her.
Watching Jasmine sleep, she appeared so peaceful and innocent, every beautiful feature of hers captivating me. Her dark, thick hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her skin glowed softly in the evening light. The only thing holding me back from claiming her entirely in that moment was the reality that she was still angry with me and hadn’t fully come to terms with her new situation.
A surge of possessiveness washed over me, a deep knowing that she was mine. Mine alone.
The door flung open, and a young woman walked in, her face flushed red as she quickly turned away, apologizing. “I’m sorry, my lord. I didn’t mean to intrude.” She bowed immediately.
Ryder stepped back from me, his eyes still fixed on mine. “No need to apologize, Seraphina. This is Jasmine.” He gestured toward the woman. “This is your maid. She’ll attend to you—whatever you need, she’ll help you with.” His voice was surprisingly calm; I’d expected him to snap at her.
Seraphina curtsied, still looking away. “Welcome, madam. I’ve brought some clothes for you p>
I scoffed, my anger simmering. For all I cared, he could spare me the pretentious gestures. After forcing me down here, he was now trying to play the gracious host? The irony was maddening—royal treatment in a prison. It made me feel like Napoleon, trapped in my own empire.
“Oh, how considerate. A personal maid to cater to me. I thought I’d be collared and leashed, forced to do my own chores, servicing you regularly since I’ll be at your beck and call. Isn’t that what mistresses do?” I snapped, my lips pressed into a thin line. His arrogance made me want to lash out, to do anything to wipe that smug smile off his face.
Ryder’s expression remained calm, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. “You’ve got the wrong impression. Maybe things were done that way in your pack,” he shrugged, “but here, things are more civilized. Mistresses are treated like queens, unless they prefer to be treated like slaves p>
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I swallowed hard, my anger rising at the term he used. How dare he mock me in front of a servant? The way he folded his arms and looked at me, those ocean eyes taunting me, only made it worse.
I had to admit, he was undeniably attractive. His features came together perfectly—handsome, yes. Hot? Absolutely. But his attitude? It was unbearable—rude, proud, obsessive, possessive… the list went on. I could write an essay on how irritating he was.
Drinking in his features, my eyes moved over his sturdy chest. They drifted down, narrowing at his crotch. Then, I smirked.
“Well, I don’t need your services,” I said, keeping my gaze on him. “But I think you need them more p>
I returned his mocking grin, meeting his glare with one that matched his intensity. His blue eyes darkened, pupils dilating as he realized what I meant. It was clear he understood exactly what I was implying. Who the hell gets turned on by a conversation?
Ryder’s eyes flashed with anger, his jaw tightening. “You think you’re clever, don’t you?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
I shrugged, still smiling. “I’m just stating the obvious.” He stepped closer, his gaze searing into mine. His hands gripped my arms firmly. “You have no idea what you’re dealing with, Jasmine,” he said, his voice sending that familiar shiver through me. Damn it, my toes curled in excitement at how close he was.