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I froze, breathing hard.

"You earned it today. You pleased me by letting those men sample you.  You surprised me in a good way." The softness of his voice disappeared  under a torrent of rage. "But then you fucked it all up by being you.  And now … " He trailed off, ideas glowing in his eyes.

Letting me go, I backed away from him, grabbing my hair and quickly  twisting it into a loose braid down my back. I hated the thickness, the  length. It seemed to invite Jethro to use it anyway he pleased. My scalp  had never been so bruised.

The diamond collar sent little rainbows of light bouncing from the  sunlight. I would've laughed if I wasn't so tense. I was naked but  wearing rainbows-I never would've thought to combine magic with fashion.

Ideas for a new design line came thick and fast. I craved a pencil to sketch before they disappeared.

Jethro placed both hands on his hips, watching me silently.

I didn't move. I didn't say a word. The fragile ceasefire between us  stretched uncomfortably thin. It would either snap and ricochet onto me  with terrible pain or fade away like a feather on a breeze.

"I see threats don't work on you. But perhaps a negotiation might."

Despite myself, curiosity and hope swelled in my heart. "A negotiation?"

"A one shot offer. You win, you're free. I win, you forget about your  old life and give in. You say I'll never own you. If I win-you willingly  give me that right." His lips pulled into a cold smile. "You sign not  only the debt agreement but another-one that makes me your master until  your last breath is taken. You do that, and I'll give you this."

"Give me what?" I asked breathlessly.

"A chance at freedom."

My eyes popped wide.

What?

Cocking his head at the forest behind me, he murmured, "You wanted to be free-so go. Run. Go seek your freedom."

I twisted on the spot, looking over my shoulder. The sun dappled patches  of leaf-strewn ground, looking like a fairy glen, but then it grew  darker and thicker and scarier.

The diamond collar rested heavy and ruinously ominous on my throat. My  spine ached from the short time I'd been made to wear it; the coldness  still hadn't adapted to my skin. How could I run with such a deterrent?

How can you not?

It was the one chance I'd hoped for. The one chance I didn't think I'd get.

Squeezing my eyes, I let Jethro's ultimatum-his negotiation-seep into my  brain. If I ran, I might make it. If I ran, I might get what I wanted.  But if I lost …

Turning to face him again, the golden-light from the sun cast him with  ghostly silhouette, blurring his outline, creating more than just a man.  He looked as if he had one foot in this world and one in hell. A fallen  angel who still burned with fire-yet it wasn't purity he burned with  but hate.

Jethro raised an eyebrow. "What's it going to be?"

"I don't know what you're offering."

"Yes you do."

I did. I do.

Taking a small step toward me, he said, "You want to break the contract?  You want to keep your brother and father safe? Fine. I'm giving you a  one-time deal. Run. If you make it to the boundary, you're free. Your  family will never be hunted by the Hawks again. You make it, and this is  all over. Every last debt and ounce of history-disappears." His voice  licked through the sunshine.

A small sparkle from my earlier orgasm rippled between my legs. "And if I don't?"

Jethro frowned. "Pardon?"

"If I don't run … what happens then?"

"You wouldn't run? After I just offered you what you've wanted all along?"

I crossed my wrists over the junction of my thighs, hiding my pussy. "I  didn't say I wanted the chance to run naked through a thousand hectares.  I said I wanted this to be over."

Jethro smirked. "It's not over until it's over." His eyes fell to my  collar, glinting with darkness. "And we both know how it will be over."

Moving closer, he said quietly, "There is no other option here, Ms.  Weaver. I'm not giving you the choice to run. I'm telling you to run.  You wanted it. You got it. One chance to save your family as well as  your own life. One chance. You do not want to fuck it up by testing my  patience."

My mind stumbled with everything that'd happened. There was no denying  chemistry flew between us-but Jethro didn't respond. He was only  interested in the chase. The hunt. The sport.

He stood so close, every time he breathed, his chest almost touched my  naked nipples. He didn't seem to care I was naked or offer clothing for  this one and only chance I had at freedom. He would make me run  unprotected through a forest full of brambles, predators, and  trip-worthy roots.

His arm raised and I clamped every muscle from cringing as he cupped my  cheek. His heady scent of woods and leather settled over me. Tracing the  pad of his thumb over my cheekbone, he bowed his head. "Run, Ms.  Weaver. Run. But one thing you should know before you go."

Do not play his games. Do not rise to the bait.

My lips stayed pinched together. I stiffened in his hold.

His mouth tickled the soft skin below my ear. "While you're running,  I'll be hunting. You not only have to get to the boundary but you have  to do it before I catch you."

The tingle and horrible promise of hope evaporated. Cruel. Vicious. Evil.

I'm to be hunted.

There wouldn't be freedom. There would only be blood. Just like he said in the dining room.

Energy left my limbs. Who was I kidding? I hadn't eaten since I was  stolen. I'd barely had a decent sleep. I existed like a junkie on  adrenaline and fear. It was no combination for a long distance run  through thickets and bush.

Jethro pulled away, dropping his hands. He smiled. "Your head start begins now, Ms. Weaver. I'd leave if I were you."

Now?

I backpeddled, heart bursting with terror. "How-how long do I have?"

Jethro carefully raised his cuff, looking sedately at the diamond and  black watch on his wrist. "I'm a seasoned hunter. I have no doubt I'll  find you. And when I do … what those men did to you will be nothing."  Cocking his head, he said, "I think forty-five minutes is rather  sporting, don't you?"

My mind was no longer there. It was leaping and flying over leaves and dodging ancient trunks. Run. Go. Run.

"Make it and you're no longer mine … ."

Freedom taunted me, making me believe I had a chance. A slim, barely  non-existent chance-but still a chance. The muscles in my legs reacted,  already poised to take off. I had to trust my body. It knew how to flee.         

     



 

I could make it. If I did, I would no longer be his pet to torture. But if I didn't … .

Don't ask. Don't ask.

"And if I don't?"

Jethro lowered his head, glaring at me beneath his brow. His eyes were  tight and dark, glinting with excitement at the upcoming hunt. "Don't  and the debt I'll make you repay will make you wish you had made it to  the boundary." He stepped from the sun's glare, his teeth sparkling like  diamonds. "Now … run."

 …

 …

I ran.

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Pepper Winters is a NYT and USA Today International Bestseller. She  wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife.  She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more  tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to  break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex.

She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with  her love affair with her book boyfriends. She's also honoured to wear  the IndieReader Badge for being a Top 10 Indie Bestsellers, best BDSM  series voted by the SmutClub, and recently signed a two book deal with  Grand Central. Her books are currently being translated into numerous  languages and will be in bookstores in the near future.

Other Books by Pepper Winters

Her Dark Romance books include:

Tears of Tess (Monsters in the Dark #1)

Quintessentially Q (Monsters in the Dark #2)

Twisted Together (Monsters in the Dark #3)

Debt Inheritance (Indebted #1)

Her Grey Romance books include:

Destroyed

Upcoming releases are:

First Debt (Indebted Series #2)

Ruin & Rule (Pure Corruption MC)

Je Suis a Toi (Monsters in the Dark Novella)

Trespass & Triumph (Pure Corruption MC Prequel)

Upcoming Sequel to Debt Inheritance

FIRST DEBT, the sequel to DEBT INHERITANCE, will be released in late 2014. Here is a brief description...

First Debt (Indebted #2)

Pepper Winters

"You say I'll never own you. If I win-you willingly give me that right.  You sign not only the debt agreement, but another-one that makes me your  master until your last breath is taken. You do that, and I'll give you  this."