Chapter 3 The Proposal Two [Kristoff]

• “When you say satisfy you sexually…does it mean we’ll have sex every night?”
• “I think that’s for me to decide.”
• “I won’t be your prostitute.” She huffs, nose scrunched up in disgust. “Don’t you have respect for women?”
• “I do,” I pause. “But you were the one who offered yourself to me. In your words, you’ll do anything I ask of you. So don’t give me that bullcrap. I’m a masochist, remember?”
• I catch Peter’s uncertain expression. He’s not pleased with this.
• I’m not pleased as well, but suddenly all I want is to own her. Thirty days. Her to myself. Mine to do as I please. Mine.
• When she wastes time giving me a reply, I signal Peter to cock his gun and she screams.
• “Fine! Fine! One month. Whatever you say. Please don’t hurt him. I beg of you.”
• Patrick watches on solemnly and I move over to grip a handful of his hair, pulling it tight, so close to the scalp. He whimpers in pain. “You shameless old man. Look what your selfishness has driven your niece to. Are you going to let her go through your hell with you?”
• “I don’t think it’s in your right to question him further,” Titania cries out. “Leave him alone. I’ve already agreed to your terms.”
• I ignore her, smacking the side of Patrick’s head. “Got nothing to say?”
• He starts crying again. Like the sulking baby that he is. I take a deep breath and lean down, so we were eye-leveled with each other. “You can this stop this, you fool. Tell me the bloody truth. Who told you to steal the ring from me? It’s not in your nature to be greedy. I know you. You never wanted to sell it but to turn it into someone.”
• His dark, teary, beady eyes sift over to where Titania stands behind me and he shudders.
• “You don’t deserve her,” I spit at him. “You’re a disgrace. A terrible uncle. Speak to me, who asked for the ring?”
• He says nothing. Nothing.
• “Let me help you out. Was it my uncle? Was he the one who forced you to do it?”
• His breathing quickens and his eyes become frantic with fear, confirming my suspicions. Goddammit. I shove him back, hard against the wooden chair.
• “I’m begging you,” Titania whines as she falls to her knees, clasping her hands together in front of her. “I’ve already offered to pay for his crimes. Don’t hurt him.”
• I turn away from Patrick to pull her up, wrapping my arms possessively around her small waist and thrusting my face in between her face and shoulder. She goes rigid at my invasiveness, struggling futilely. My arms are like a death lock around her waist.
• “Titania,” I moan, reaching for her blindfold. “So pretty. So compassionate. So…naïve.”
• I drag it off her face and whirl her around to face me just in time. “I hope you’ve got thick skin because after I’m done with you after thirty days, you’ll never wish to make deals with the devil in the future ever again.”
• Her face crumples at my words and she takes a step back, swallowing hard in shock. I fold my arms across my chest and tilt my head, loving the way she fiddles her bottom lip in between her teeth.
• “W-What?”
• I sigh, jamming my hands in my pockets. “You heard me, Miss Titania. That’s the only way I can set your uncle free,” I move to stand behind her, tugging at the ropes on her wrists and start loosening them. “I want you. On my bed.”
• “Oh, no.” She shakes her head regrettably. “Please…”
• I raise a hand, irritated. “For fuck’s sake, we’re past this stage of begging, Titania. I’ve given you my terms…how much I feel I can help you out with. It’s now left for you to make a decision on whether to satisfy me or say goodbye to your uncle.”
• As soon as I’m done with the ropes, she brings her hands up to her face, wiping her tears away furiously, her movements jerky and unsteady. I whistle as I wait for her response. At last, when she senses that I won’t budge, she finally sighs. “A-Alright. I’ll… I’ll do it. I’ll let you…fuck me.”
• I chuckle internally, amused by the way she says ‘fuck me.’ As if it’s a plague. When she tries to take her blindfold off, my cold voice stops her. “Do that, and I’ll put a bullet through your uncle’s brain. I’m not kidding.”
• She gasps, hastily dropping her arms down to her sides once more. I step forward and push her dark, lustrous hair to the left side of her face, exposing her unblemished neck. Exhaling softly, I sweep my thumb over it, humming. When I tug my fingers on the first button of her camisole top, she stiffens.
• “Can I?” I ask, deciding to be polite. She wipes her eyes once more and reluctantly nods, holding her breath as I pluck off the buttons carefully and pulled off the top completely.
• With her arms still by her sides, I saunter behind her once more to unhook her bra straps. Her small, full breasts fall as I toss the white bra aside and I cup them up, loving the way they fit into my hands perfectly. “Beautiful,” I sing. “Just beautiful.”