Page 6 of Knot Your Damsel

How the fuck does he expect us to pay him back? We’ve got nothing. His men made sure of that when they took us.

“Become mine.” He smiles as he says it, like he’s requesting us to attend a party, not sign away our lives to him.

“No.” I won’t give Vera up to some asshole. She’smine. I’m not giving her up.

“Okay.” He turns around, giving me a great view of his ass in those perfectly tailored suit pants, and moves the papers until he finds a pen and a notepad. He holds the pen over the pad. “I’ll have someone draw up a contract for a payment plan. What do you believe is a reasonable monthly amount to pay off the million quid, with interest?”

“Wait.” Vera breaks from my grip, standing between us in just her thin night shorts, her eyes hard. “Don’t I get a say?”

“Of course you do.” Mr Page smirks and I notice the way his eyes linger on her, not in a lecherous way but like she intrigues him. “You just have to open your mouth. I’m not going to hold your hand if you’re not willing to do some of the work yourself.”

Vera eyes me, her gaze soft, before she looks back at him. “What would we have to do if we became ‘yours’?”

An angry rumble starts in my chest again. No.

No, we’re not doing that. I’m not handing our lives over to some guy who clearly doesn’t value keeping people alive.

Mr Page puts the pen and pad down, folding his arms over his chest, his arm muscles flexing, pulling my attention and making my body very conflicted about the situation.

“You’ll have to help out around the house.” He pushes away from the desk, sauntering over to her, softly touching her shoulder, sliding her hair back, and my growl deepens as she starts to perfume lightly.

He eyes me, an amused dare in his gaze. “Help out with the company.”

He comes over to me, his fingers trailing down my stomach, nearly touching the top of my shorts, and it makes my pheromones flare. “And anything else that I can come up with.” His voice has turned husky.

Fuck. What’s this guy doing? He knows he’s playing with fire, touching and playing with a bonded Alpha-Omega pair like that, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Would that include sexual favours?” Vera’s voice is cool, glaring at him, and a new scent reaches me. A clean floral scent, spiking my pheromones once again and I lean forward, trying to get more of it.

“Potentially.” Mr Page steps away from me and a waft of the floral scent flows over me again.

My hand shoots out, grazing Mr Page’s jacket sleeve, but he’s just out of reach.

Within moments, his men are restraining me, holding me back, a knife to my throat and my stomach.

Fucking hell. What’s with these fuckers? Why are they so fucking on edge?

“Let him go.” Mr Page’s voice sounds calm, but when he meets my eyes, I sense the danger in them. This guy is not to be fucked with. One step out of line and we’re out, for good.

But what choice do we have?

They burned down our house when they took us, burned everything we own. We don’t have anything to go back to, nothing to start a new life with.

Nothing to pay him with.

Vera comes over to me, taking my hand, kissing my fingers.

It’s not like we’ve got a choice…

I’ll do anything, as long as I get to keep her at my side. As long as I won’t be separated from my love, my mate.

“We’ll do it.” Her voice is quiet.

“What will you do?” Mr Page looks at her, smirking.

“We’ll beyours. Under one condition.”

“I don’t think you have much bargaining power, little Omega.” He comes over, staring down at her, his gaze intense.

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