All the Ways You Own Me

After going bankrupt, I was given away as a gift by my former nemesis, Colt Reyes. My former lover, Emerson Snyder, the one I had played with the most ruthlessly before, now traced his fingers along my face, his hands roaming every inch of my body.

"You sure had a lot of lovers," he said.

I provoked him defiantly, telling him he was the most despicable among all my lovers.

He gave my face a light pat, his suggestive tone dripping with amusement. "That's okay. Now you only need to serve me."

Nothing could be more terrifying than this.

The little lapdog who used to come running at my beck and call had become a powerful figure at the top of the food chain. Somehow, he had found out I was working here and brought a whole crew to take me away.

Emerson Snyder lazily hooked his finger under the chin of the guy in his arms. The move looked intimate, yet his sharp, hawk-like eyes scanned the room without revealing anything.

Even though I tried hard to stay hidden, he instantly found me. I felt like I was targeted by a predator, and a chill ran down my spine.

Emerson chuckled and patted the guy beside him, signalling him to leave. Then, with a cigarette between his fingers, he pointed straight at me, deciding my fate in a single breath.

"I want him."

The smile on Colt Reyes' face faltered for a moment before he looked back at Emerson with a pleasing expression. "Mr. Snyder, he's just a clumsy errand boy, and he might aggravate you by accident. If the one just now wasn't to your liking, we can get you someone else."

Emerson said nothing and crooked his finger at me, beckoning like I was a dog. It was the same gesture I used to make all the time. I knew there was no escape, so I stiffly walked over and lowered my eyes.

Emerson glanced at me, his words sharp and loaded. "This one doesn't know the rules yet."

The moment he finished speaking, someone kicked the back of my knees. I stumbled down, nearly collapsing onto the floor at his feet.

I clenched my teeth and swallowed the curse words that almost slipped out. Emerson savored my somewhat humiliated expression and began gripping my chin just like he had with the other guy.

He asked, "Do you know how to please someone?"

I was about to say no when he suddenly yanked me closer. We were so close that it looked like we might kiss at any second. I could clearly see the mockery in his eyes.

Emerson was obviously still bitter about what happened back then, which was why he was humiliating me like this.

I spoke through gritted teeth. "Mr. Snyder, I'm not into men."

Emerson raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by my denial. He pressed his forearm against the back of my neck, keeping me from standing up. "I'm taking this one with