Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter Twenty Five

Chapter Twenty Five

**DAISY’S POV

I had never been in love before; no, it didn’t bother me when my fellow friends found their mates and I didn’t; I never believed I needed a man to make me feel complete.

That changed the moment I met Daemon.

He wasn’t like the other men; he was different. That was the best way to describe him: ‘Different.‘ It had taken a single glance at him, one look at him, and I fell; this was more than love, I knew that; it was admiration, it was want, it was desire, it was

so much more.

He read me; just with a single look, he knew every single thought on my mind, and he came to me that night. He visited two more times after that, but every time I awoke, I was alone; he didn’t leave notes, messages, or anything. I was jealous that Riley got to see him almost every day; he said they were family friends. That’s all he was willing to tell; he said nothing more. He rarely spoke to me; it was sex, and that’s it, but to me it meant… everything, and even when he was gone, I couldn’t stop fantasizing about the moment we shared.

I took off the scarf I had wrapped around my neck, placing it on the couch; just then I felt a presence; my heart slammed in anticipation as I turned around, and there he was at the door. His face was just as cold and emotionless as I remembered them to

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I knew he was dangerous, and yet… danger could be tempting atimes.

well back there,” he said to me.

to a compliment I had ever received from him. “Thank you?”

words came out more like a question than

you

I replied, licking my lips suddenly they

in his hands. Was he

off your clothes,” he said, the silent command ringing through the air. I do as he

and strip; his eyes don’t trail down my body; they remain on my

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Chapter Twenty Five

he strapped the collar on my neck, tightening it till I

me, never trailing down to my nude body, and when he was done with his clothes, he slammed me against the wall; his skin was as cold

the wall above my head, and with his other hand he grabbed onto the collar, my legs wrapped around his waist. He didn’t wait for me to get ready; he slammed into me, taking me hard and fast. I cried out. It was pain, it was pleasure, it

willing to do for me?” he asked, just as he always does.

“Anything,” I answered.

What if I want the one thing you cannot