His body was as powerful and sexual as I remembered it, he had gotten another tattoo on his shoulder since the last time, a few more scars then I remembered on his chest. His back rippled with muscles as he pulled on a fresh white shirt, my eyes transfixed as he took his time buttoning it up. Somehow it was almost more of a turn on watching him put on his clothes than him taking them off, almost. He wiped the blood off his hands with a kitchen apron in a slow steady motion and I pressed myself back against the wall when his eyes focused on me. My eyes flittered to the back door and I battled with myself on whether or not I could make it before he caught me, I couldn't. He tossed the apron over an empty sink and stalked towards me slowly, a predator in every sense of the word and my eyes drifted to the bloody mess of a man on the kitchen floor, was that going to be me in a second? He stopped just in front of me and reached out to stroke my cheek and I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch despite knowing better. My eyes snapped open when he grabbed my chin tightly and forced me to look at him, was this it, was he going to snap my neck and dispose of my body now? "Touch another man again, and I will kill you" his voice was low and promising and I swallowed as he let go of my chin, pressing a rough kiss to my lips before grabbing my elbow and dragging me out of the kitchen. So much for that arrangement...

Juliet was just a normal high school girl who was ready for summer. She had all of it planned out. She would spend some time with her friends and her family. That was until the night Mr. Hayes came into her life. Juliet never expected to be given away to a man that she knew nothing about. She never thought that she would be doing any of the things she does while with Mr. Hayes. --------------------------------------------------------------------- "Look if it is about last night I don't think that we should let that happen again." He looked up to me with confusion. He slowly got out of his chair and made his way to me. "What do you mean?" He asked. "Well you only did it because I looked at someone. Why was that a bad thing? You think you own me and that is not true." I backed up from him but he followed. I got all the way to the door and he blocked me in with his arms. This is not good. "What if I don't want to stop?" He asked narrowing his eyes at me. "I don't care. I don't think this should go any farther. I don't know you and you don't-" he grabbed my face and kissed me hard. I tried to push him back but he pinned my arms above my head.