All the Ways You Own Me

My chin was suddenly grabbed hard, and I opened my eyes to meet Colt's rage-filled stare. "Where did he touch you?"

I thought he was mocking me, so I looked at him defiantly. "Anywhere you see, that brute Emerson already had his hands on me."

For a split second, I could have sworn Colt's face contorted, though I told myself I was imagining it.

It was not like I had not thought about crawling into Colt's bed before. However, he had gotten furious, yanked me down, slapped my face, and coldly said he was not interested in me.

I looked at him, trying to move his hand away. "If I disgust you, then get lost."

Not only did he not leave, but he actually escalated things by pulling out a rope from somewhere.

The sight of rope made me panic, and I quickly called out, "Colt! Colt! What are you trying to do?!"

Colt tied me up tight and grabbed my throat before kissing me hard.

I stared in disbelief as I realized he was into men, too!

Colt was like a madman–showing no tenderness, just vicious possession.

I could already taste blood in my mouth, though I could not tell if it was mine or his. One thing was certain: he seemed really bothered by the bite marks on my neck.

Several times in a row, he bit down on the exact spots that hurt most from last night.

The pain was blinding, making my blood rush and leaving me only able to stare and curse at him. "Colt! You're a maniac!"

Colt lifted his head, his lips already stained bright red with blood, his eyes brimming with murderous fury.

He looked like he had come to claim my life.

He chuckled and finished the rest of my sentence for me. "Yeah. The maniac is here to take your life."

I was already barely surviving, and I had no idea what was left of my life that was worth taking.

While I struggled, there came a cautious knock at the door. "Um... Mr. Reyes, could you maybe stop what you're doing for a moment?"

The door cracked open, and a trembling face peeked in. "S-someone's here for you."

Then, the door was kicked wide open as a whole crowd of bodyguards rushed in. The one leading them had a cold expression and strode over, trying to pull us apart.

Even at a time like this, Colt managed to stay calm. He laughed, his tone chilling. "Where did these strays come from, daring to cause trouble on my turf?"

The bodyguards did not respond. Instead, one of them draped a coat over my shoulders. As I caught the familiar scent, I knew it belonged to Emerson.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the line of black cars outside. They were parked in a row, blocking the entire street. In one of them sat Emerson, watching this circus without a flicker of emotion.

Emerson had changed so much. When he was not smiling, he carried that oppressive aura that belonged to someone in power; when he looked at you quietly, it was always unsettling.

When he did smile, that was when I knew I was in trouble.

Just like at this moment, he tugged at his lips, smirking without warmth, and motioned for me to come over.

I stopped struggling. I had not expected Emerson's fury to arrive so fast.

The air in the car was suffocating as I sat there, tugging at the coat, trying to cover the fresh marks.

Emerson suddenly pulled it open and stared coldly at the still-bleeding bite marks on my body. His tone was unreadable as he asked, "All from him?"

I could feel his breathing was heavier than usual. So, I quickly pushed all the blame onto Colt. "I was forced! I don't have any feelings for him at all!"

Emerson kept staring at me, those unfathomable eyes reflecting my panicked expression. "Did you run to him yourself?"

All my excuses got stuck in my throat.

Emerson waited patiently to hear my defense. When I fell silent, he did not get angry. He just gripped my leg and said, "I saw him touching your leg."

My blood ran cold. That meant he had seen everything from the start.

I could not even laugh it off. Desperate, I tried to do what I always did to calm him down, but my hands shook so much I could not even unbutton his pants.

Emerson only watched in silence. Finally, he sighed and mumbled, "You're such an idiot."

My anxious heart relaxed just a little as at least he was still willing to talk to me. Maybe that meant he was planning to forgive me.

Then, his tone shifted completely. "Should I break your legs so you won't go messing around with other men anymore?"