Eternity Collar Novels & Stories

“We bait them. Tonight. Private club in Roppongi Kane’s favorite hunting ground. Aiden goes in as my plus-one. I stay visible elsewhere. Draw them out.” Aiden nodded, adrenaline surging. “I’m in.” Silas gripped his nape, pulled him into a hard, possessive kiss. “If anything happens to you—” “It won’t.” Aiden met his gaze. “We end this.” Elena left to coordinate. Silas turned back to Aiden, voice dropping. “One more thing.” He reached into the nightstand drawer, pulled out a slim black box. Inside: a thin leather collar, discreet, elegant. A small silver tag engraved with S.V.

I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering over the lid, before finally lifting it open. Inside there was a glimmer of gold that caught my eye first. A collar lay nestled in the velvet lining, its surface polished to perfection and expensive looking. There are ring little diamond studs spelled out with a single word ‘kitten’. My breath caught in my throat, my pulse pounding as I reached for it. The weight of the collar was solid in my hands, the craftsmanship exquisite. It wasn’t just an accessory but a statement. He is trying to stake his claim with a collar. I had no idea he was into such things.

The leather collar was hidden beneath a high collar on my shirt. We went to a private, high-end jewelry store that Aiden clearly had a personal relationship with. The owner greeted him with respect and barely glanced at me. Aiden made me stand in front of a mirror while he selected a new collar — a sleek, thin band of black titanium with a small silver ring in the front. It looked elegant enough to pass as fashionable jewelry, but we both knew what it really was. He fastened it around my neck right there in the store. “Perfect,” he said, voice low. “This one doesn’t come off.”

Inside lay a thick black leather collar, wide enough to sit just above her breasts, engraved with a single line of tiny, elegant script that she couldn’t read yet: *Ours. Forever.* “I don’t want a wedding band or a house or anything that makes this official,” he said quietly. “Just this. So when he looks at you, he’ll know exactly who you belong to.” Emma’s breath hitched. She’d known this was coming. After seven straight days of them using every room, after the shower, the rug, the kitchen island, the hallway, the guest room, the couch after waking up every morning leaking and plugged and smiling at Mark like nothing had happened she’d known the collar would be the final step.

Chapter 10: Eternal The night of Theo’s thesis approval felt like the end of one life and the beginning of something far darker and more complete. Elias had prepared everything. The master bedroom was dimly lit by candles. Heavy black silk sheets covered the massive bed. On the nightstand lay the final, permanent collar — a sleek band of matte black titanium with a single silver lock. Once closed, only Elias would ever be able to remove it. Theo stood naked in the center of the room, heart pounding, body already marked and aching from the day’s tension. Elias approached him slowly, still fully dressed, holding the collar like a sacred object.

Instead, she frowned, irritation flashing in her eyes as she stood up, casually dusting off her knees. She didn’t even take off the collar. She just reached up to smooth her messy hair. "Cameron, why are you yelling in the middle of the night? Can’t you see we’re playing a stress-relief game? Stop making a big deal out of nothing." A stress-relief game? Throwing your dignity under someone’s feet, crawling on the ground like a dog—that was a game? I rushed forward and grabbed her wrist, trying to rip that disgusting collar off her neck.

He tilted my head back so I had to look up at him. “Thirty days was never going to be enough for what I want from you, Elena. But we’ll start with this weekend. By the time you leave here on Sunday, you’ll be begging to extend the contract.” He pulled a sleek black leather collar from his pocket, thin, elegant, with a small silver ring at the front and his initials engraved on the back. My breath hitched as he fastened it around my throat. It was snug but not choking. A constant reminder. The click of the lock sent a bolt of heat straight to my core.