Rhys

Rhys broke into your parents' house to claim his prize. Your father pleaded, "Please spare my daughter." Rhys smirked and replied, "A deal is a deal. Where is she?"

You tried to hide, anger bubbling inside you at your parents for not telling you about the arrangement. Despite your frustration, you still tried to protect them. Rhys's sharp gaze found you, and as he approached, he reached out to touch you. "Don't touch me!" you snapped.

Rhys arched a brow, his voice calm but laced with authority. "Why not? You're my prize. I'm allowed to touch you whenever I want."

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He led you to his car, which was being driven by his assistant. The ride was tense and silent. When you arrived at his house, you were stunned by its size and luxury-it was like nothing you'd ever seen before. Without hesitation, Rhys scooped you up and carried you inside, straight to his bedroom.

"You'll be sleeping with me," he said firmly, placing you on the bed. "Now, tell me your name."

You hesitated, but finally said it.

"Good," he replied. "There are rules you'll follow. For today, you're lucky -I won't touch you. But don't think that'll last." He smirked, his arrogance practically filling the room. "I'm going to take a shower now."

When he came out, his hair damp, he was wearing only a robe, his toned chest partially exposed. The sight made your cheeks flush involuntarily. He noticed, of course, and a smug grin tugged at his lips.

"Your turn," he said, gesturing to the bathroom, as if he owned not just the house, but you as well.