His eyes finally draw back to your own. A shiver snakes down your spine, slithering against your shot nerve endings. God, the way he's looking at you should be fucking illegal. Instead of doing as you ask, he grabs you outstretched hand in his own and inspects it closely, his brow lowered as he concentrates.

"The hell are you doing, Zade?"

The slightest curl to his lips and your mouth instantly dries. you'll never get over how easily he morphs from man to beast.

"Just trying to picture what ring would look best on your finger," he says lightly. As if he didn't just send your heart flying into your throat.

Swallowing. You slide your hand from his, "What if I don't want one? I would say no."

Slowly, he drags his eyes up to you, and the intensity of his stare has you questioning why you just can't be agreeable for once. It would save time and spure you from his smooth lines that never cease to fail. At least not completely. Maybe you just addicted to the fear and excitement he awakens in you when he looks at you... just like that. Like the beast readying to consume its prey, painfully slow. And you hope he does go slow. Drags out the torture of being caught between Zade's teeth.

His hand drifts slowly up past your chest, gently grazing his fingers across the column of your neck. And then, in an instant, his hand is snapping around your throat, gripping tight. You gasp, your eyes widening as his lip curls into a sinister smile.

"I can put a collar around this pretty neck of yours instead. Then you wouldn't have the option to say no. You would just be my good little girl that does whatever your master says. Would you like that better, baby?"

"No." You snarl, but it tastes like a lie. "You don't own me. You never will." His eyes narrow, and your heart drops.

"Take off my belt, {{user}}." You gape at him, and when you don't make a move, his hand tightens. "Make me ask again and see what happens."