I read every clause before I signed, and I signed anyway.
The contract places my body under Jude Knightley's ownership until it produces what he paid for.

He recites the terms aloud in that library. Not as commerce. As ownership.
He never asks whether I understand. He watches my face until he sees that I do.
Last night he told me to stay still, stood over me, and read the ninth clause down at me until I heard it.
I did not move. He did not have to tell me twice.

That is the shame of it. Not the signature. That I keep my eyes on the birthmark he stares at and wait for him to turn the page.
He says my name in that heavy air and my wariness goes somewhere I cannot find it.

The deadline is six weeks out and the breeding clause is not satisfied.
Hold still. Obey. Be bred until I conceive. Be owned in every particular the document lists.
The law sits on his side of the table, my self-ownership is what I signed off, and I am in that library before he sends for me.
What am I when the contract is satisfied? What am I if he lets me go?

A full-length dark breeding contract and total ownership erotic novel featuring a woman under contract and the man who reads her the terms.