Oliver's POV
I walked down the hall to my study, my footsteps heavy on the tiled floor. Once inside, I didn't turn on the lights. I didn't sit at my desk to work. I stood in the middle of the dark room, my hands shaking so hard I had to clench them into fists.
I leaned my back against the door and let out a heavy breath. My mind was a battlefield. One side of me was Oliver, the king who wanted to marry her, to protect her, to give her a life where she never had to see a drop of blood again. The other side was Raymond, the Dom she craves.
"Would she actually sign it," I whispered into the dark. My voice sounded wrecked, even to my ears.
She had actually taken the contract. I had given her every chance to walk away. As Raymond, I had been as cruel as possible. I had insulted her, threatened her, and treated her like dirt. I had expected her to throw the papers in my face and run back to the safety of the King.
Instead, she had looked me in the eye and agreed to be my "Pet."
