Romance: My Bear Boss: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance (BBW Shifter Romance, Paranormal Shifter Romance) by Ashley Hunter Page B
Authors: Ashley Hunter
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nonnegotiable.”
“Option two; you can continue to be a prisoner here, in this room, where you will be cared for by Nadya—the lovely young woman who brought you your breakfast. And no, don’t bother trying to ask her for her. She’s a deaf mute and extremely loyal to me and my family—and so long as you are respectful, I’ll think about freeing you from those cuffs.”
He took another step closer before taking a seat near her.
Ingrid visibly squirmed at his proximity.
“Option three; you can easily live your life in the rooms near the basement where you will have no chance to even see sunlight. This is a very drastic option and one I hope I don’t have to enforce, since it can be a little uncomfortable down there. I would much rather you just follow the rules and live comfortably.”
“You sure love hearing yourself talk,” Ingrid snarled. Leo rose a brow.
“Is that an answer?”
“I’ll need some time to think about it.” She said lowly.
“Because you can paint the picture anyway you want it, there’s still a lot of red on your hands and cuffs around my wrists. So I doubt your hopes for my comfort are enough.”
At this, Leo let out a snicker, “You certainly are something.”
Then there was a tension, something shifted in the way he watched her, something that made alarms chime in her head and her guard rise against him. She didn’t like this… she didn’t like him.
She had always pushed men away, never feeling comfortable when they made advances since she knew exactly what they were capable of, and for the first time since she had woke, she had realized that there was something this man could still do. And it would be far worse than simply killing her.
“Very well,” he said before he stood back up and she released a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding.
“I’ll allow you to mull over the options. But once you make a decision, you’ll have to also agree to the terms and conditions.”
“Give those to me in writing,” she replied, and hated the way the new found fear made the words almost slur out of her mouth.
“I don’t agree to anything until I’m under full disclosure.”
Leo gave her another smirk, this time looking more pleased than before.
It was like looking at the pleased stare of a hungry animal. It was almost as frightening as it was alluring.
“Please… do take your time.”
And as he walked off. Ingrid felt her body refuse to relax, counting every step he took until he was out the door and the door was sliding shut.
For a moment, Ingrid found her breath again and it was nearly forcing itself out of her mouth now that she realized exactly what she found herself up against.
This man wasn’t just a murderer… he had to be a psychopath or maybe a sociopath… one or the other…
And when she fell back against the wall it was to let out a small wail through her teeth because even if she did get out of the damn cuffs, she was still trapped here anyway.
Chapter 8
The rest of the day was slow. Hours slinked by like oozing sap and Ingrid’s wrists were raw and bleeding from trying to push the cuffs off. Her fingers now had cuts and slices where the knife had slipped and bitten into her flesh and while none of them were serious, blood now stained some of the sheets and even parts of her little area.
Eventually, Ingrid finally snapped, and it happened when the maid returned to give her dinner.
Yet there was nothing she could do. Even if she wanted to kick the woman or do something to force her hand to help her, Ingrid knew it would get her nowhere. So she took the tray the maid had left on the nightstand and threw it with all her force off the nightstand.
Soup and cream, salad and a slice of fish, went flying in the air, landing on the fine rug and staining the pretty walls. Here, Ingrid found some satisfaction, but it was all for nothing because no sooner did the maid turn to see the mess did Ingrid feel a twinge of guilt.
Even if the
“Option two; you can continue to be a prisoner here, in this room, where you will be cared for by Nadya—the lovely young woman who brought you your breakfast. And no, don’t bother trying to ask her for her. She’s a deaf mute and extremely loyal to me and my family—and so long as you are respectful, I’ll think about freeing you from those cuffs.”
He took another step closer before taking a seat near her.
Ingrid visibly squirmed at his proximity.
“Option three; you can easily live your life in the rooms near the basement where you will have no chance to even see sunlight. This is a very drastic option and one I hope I don’t have to enforce, since it can be a little uncomfortable down there. I would much rather you just follow the rules and live comfortably.”
“You sure love hearing yourself talk,” Ingrid snarled. Leo rose a brow.
“Is that an answer?”
“I’ll need some time to think about it.” She said lowly.
“Because you can paint the picture anyway you want it, there’s still a lot of red on your hands and cuffs around my wrists. So I doubt your hopes for my comfort are enough.”
At this, Leo let out a snicker, “You certainly are something.”
Then there was a tension, something shifted in the way he watched her, something that made alarms chime in her head and her guard rise against him. She didn’t like this… she didn’t like him.
She had always pushed men away, never feeling comfortable when they made advances since she knew exactly what they were capable of, and for the first time since she had woke, she had realized that there was something this man could still do. And it would be far worse than simply killing her.
“Very well,” he said before he stood back up and she released a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding.
“I’ll allow you to mull over the options. But once you make a decision, you’ll have to also agree to the terms and conditions.”
“Give those to me in writing,” she replied, and hated the way the new found fear made the words almost slur out of her mouth.
“I don’t agree to anything until I’m under full disclosure.”
Leo gave her another smirk, this time looking more pleased than before.
It was like looking at the pleased stare of a hungry animal. It was almost as frightening as it was alluring.
“Please… do take your time.”
And as he walked off. Ingrid felt her body refuse to relax, counting every step he took until he was out the door and the door was sliding shut.
For a moment, Ingrid found her breath again and it was nearly forcing itself out of her mouth now that she realized exactly what she found herself up against.
This man wasn’t just a murderer… he had to be a psychopath or maybe a sociopath… one or the other…
And when she fell back against the wall it was to let out a small wail through her teeth because even if she did get out of the damn cuffs, she was still trapped here anyway.
Chapter 8
The rest of the day was slow. Hours slinked by like oozing sap and Ingrid’s wrists were raw and bleeding from trying to push the cuffs off. Her fingers now had cuts and slices where the knife had slipped and bitten into her flesh and while none of them were serious, blood now stained some of the sheets and even parts of her little area.
Eventually, Ingrid finally snapped, and it happened when the maid returned to give her dinner.
Yet there was nothing she could do. Even if she wanted to kick the woman or do something to force her hand to help her, Ingrid knew it would get her nowhere. So she took the tray the maid had left on the nightstand and threw it with all her force off the nightstand.
Soup and cream, salad and a slice of fish, went flying in the air, landing on the fine rug and staining the pretty walls. Here, Ingrid found some satisfaction, but it was all for nothing because no sooner did the maid turn to see the mess did Ingrid feel a twinge of guilt.
Even if the
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