Page 8 of His Sold Fated Mate

“I’ll pay you back for what you paid for me! Just let me go! I’m a person! I have a life.”

He laughed. “I doubt you would be able to pay me back twenty thousand dollars if you were out here selling your body in the first place.”

I slapped him, and for the first time, he suddenly showed emotion. He looked stunned for a moment and then angry. He shoved me against the wall, stepping into my space. But he wasn’t crowding me. Just tight enough I couldn’t leave.

“Knock it off. You’re acting like a spoiled brat!”

“My name is Aubrey!” I snapped at him. “And I have a life.”

“A life I doubt you want to return to.”

I panted for air, hating how his body was so close to touching mine. I needed space. I needed air. I shoved at his chest, feeling my hands shaking.

He took a step back, and I dropped my arms. I stared at him, and he stared back at me.

“Lunch is over,” he stated. “Let’s go.”

He pulled me toward a silver SUV sitting across the parking lot. I shivered as the wind blew and tugged my dress down.

He pulled the vehicle out, and I looked outside the window. My stomach dipped as he headed out of town. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I didn’t really have anything that was holding me there. I’d been moving around towns for months now. I couldn’t even say I had a home because nothing really felt like home.

“The drive is a ways.”

I glanced at him. I took in the size of his hands. They were large, and I imagined what he was capable of doing with them. He hadn’t grabbed me roughly, which surprised me. I expected him to leave marks as Mike had. He could probably wrap his fingers around my throat and snap my neck with ease.

“What do I owe you?” I asked, needing to figure out how to get out of this. This wasn’t the first time I’d been in an uncomfortable situation.

He raised an eyebrow at me. “What?”

“You bought me, so clearly you want something. What is it? How many times in the sack is it going to take to pay you back?”

I watched his knuckles tighten on the steering wheel. “That won’t be happening.”

“More sickening than that? I would imagine you have some twisted desires if you had to purchase a woman to agree to them.”

I could see his jaw clench. “How about we don’t talk during the drive?”

I tapped my foot, starting to get antsy. “And I’d rather we discuss it all now. I need to know what you’re expecting.”

“I’m expecting a quiet drive.”

I couldn’t help but stare at him. A thousand things were going through my head. Questions and scenarios. I couldn’t help but picture the things he was into.

“Do you choke women? Do you enjoy seeing them faint while fucking? Or do you like to beat them until they can’t move? Or do you enjoy watching them cry during? Do you like it rough?”

He slammed on the brakes. My body slammed into my seatbelt, and I felt it dig into my ribs. I gasped for air as he turned toward me. “Enough! Stop implying that I’m anything like those men in that room!”

“Aren’t you? Why else were you there?”

“Because I had no choice!” he snapped. “And if you don’t stop talking, I’m throwing you in the backseat with tape over your mouth.”

“Kinky,” I grumbled sarcastically.

He ran a hand over his face. “Jesus Christ. Aubrey, just be grateful I bought you and not some freak.”

“How do I know you’re not a freak? I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Klaus.”