04 (Video)
[He's taller than you by a head, and you're not short by any means. Just a few inches shy of seven feet and built like a wall of stone. Hard and immovable and his grip on your wrists is like steel.
White-blond hair marking him as the perfect of the perfect. The highest of the high. Jupiter's chosen son. Iason Mink is, without doubt, the most beautiful man you've ever seen. And you want him so badly you can taste it.
But your heart is hammering in your chest as he holds you against the wall and you start to get angry. Fully grown, he thinks he can handle you this way. Tease you this way. He wants to toy with the sexless creature and the hand on your hip suddenly disgusts you.
You break away, feeling a calm you've never felt. You won't make it out of this unscathed but you need to grow a spine.]
You own my time and you own my abilities.
[Your voice sounds so calm and inside you are close to a panic.]
You don't own my body and you don't own me.
[You revel in the look on his face. He looks startled that you'd dare speak against him. But his gloved hand cups your jaw and he strokes your cheek with a thumb. The gaze in those sapphire blue eyes turns from bewilderment to amusement and fingers slip into your mouth.
You taste the fabric of them. Cottony on your tongue, drying your mouth out even further. Index finger to ring finger in your mouth and he meets your eyes. Then his thumb comes up to the bottom of your jaw to grip.
You have a moment to utter a noise as he jerks his hand, snapping your jaw and removing his fingers while you instantly go to clutch your face that suddenly won't move like you want it to.]
I expect that market conquered by next week, Katze. Do not disappoint me.
[He walks out calmly, leaving you to scramble to text someone who can fix your dislocated jaw. He's a bastard. You hate him entirely too much.
And he's still the most perfect, beautiful man you've ever seen.]
White-blond hair marking him as the perfect of the perfect. The highest of the high. Jupiter's chosen son. Iason Mink is, without doubt, the most beautiful man you've ever seen. And you want him so badly you can taste it.
But your heart is hammering in your chest as he holds you against the wall and you start to get angry. Fully grown, he thinks he can handle you this way. Tease you this way. He wants to toy with the sexless creature and the hand on your hip suddenly disgusts you.
You break away, feeling a calm you've never felt. You won't make it out of this unscathed but you need to grow a spine.]
You own my time and you own my abilities.
[Your voice sounds so calm and inside you are close to a panic.]
You don't own my body and you don't own me.
[You revel in the look on his face. He looks startled that you'd dare speak against him. But his gloved hand cups your jaw and he strokes your cheek with a thumb. The gaze in those sapphire blue eyes turns from bewilderment to amusement and fingers slip into your mouth.
You taste the fabric of them. Cottony on your tongue, drying your mouth out even further. Index finger to ring finger in your mouth and he meets your eyes. Then his thumb comes up to the bottom of your jaw to grip.
You have a moment to utter a noise as he jerks his hand, snapping your jaw and removing his fingers while you instantly go to clutch your face that suddenly won't move like you want it to.]
I expect that market conquered by next week, Katze. Do not disappoint me.
[He walks out calmly, leaving you to scramble to text someone who can fix your dislocated jaw. He's a bastard. You hate him entirely too much.
And he's still the most perfect, beautiful man you've ever seen.]