Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Minutes pass. My racing heart starts to slow, and the adrenaline rushing in my blood begins to melt away. I lie still under him, not knowing what he’s going to do next.
“You shouldn’t have done that, angel,” he says after a long while. His hand steadies on my hip.
“I’m sorry.” The words slip past my lips instinctively. Am I sorry? No, I’m not sorry. Not right now. I don’t know what the consequences will be, but right now, I’m not sorry.
“Did you really think having a tantrum was going to help you at all?” He tsks in my ear.
He slowly rises, pinning my wrists down at my side. It’s only then do I feel his raging erection against my hip. My eyes widen, and I force myself to look anywhere but at him.
I can’t breathe.
“Get on your knees, angel.” I shake my head, but I’m not given any choice. He flips me over and splays his hand on my shoulders, leaving me prostrate and completely vulnerable to him.
My breathing comes in ragged pants. “This would hurt to spank you with, angel,” he says as he places a piece of the broken armoire against my bare ass. I hold my breath waiting for the blow. But nothing comes.
“You’ve already hurt yourself with your display of disobedience, haven’t you?” His fingers gently touch my arm and I wince. I can’t see, but I’d be damned if there isn’t already a bruise there.
His fingers run along my spine and down to my ass. He leans down and plants a tender kiss on my neck. “I understand, angel. I do. But you can’t behave this way.” My pussy heats, and my back bows. I instantly regret it, but he doesn’t seem to notice. Shame replaces my arousal. He places another sweet kiss on the nape of my neck this time, pushing my hair out of his way.
“I can’t allow it,” he says with a deep voice laced with regret.
Smack! His hand comes down hard on my ass. Smack! The pain shoots through my body. It's a sharp, stinging pain. My skin reddens with his repeated blows until I’m crying hysterically into the rug.
My ass and thighs sting. My eyes are swollen with tears. “Shh,” he tries to comfort me, leaning down to kiss me again, but I pull away. I hate him. I hate him with everything in me.
“Now now, angel, you knew this would happen. Didn’t you?”
I hate how he makes it seem like it was my fault. How could anyone blame me for trying to get out of here? I don’t want this.
“I told you, you need to be good for me.” I bite my tongue to keep myself from telling him to fuck off. I don’t want any more punishment. He leans down to comfort me again with his hand still on my stinging ass, and again I move away from him.
“Let me comfort you, angel.” No, fuck that. He hurt me, I won’t seek shelter from him. No matter how much I want it. He pulls me into his arms and although I don’t fight back, I don’t lean into him either.
My ass burns as he moves me closer to him. I try not to whimper and hold it in. I won't let him see how much it hurts.
“I don’t want to hurt you, angel.” I hate that he keeps saying that. If he didn't want to hurt me, then he wouldn't. It's as simple as that.
“I wanted to keep you to myself, but now you’ve given me no choice.” My heart rate picks up. “I don’t have much time, and it’s obvious you’re going to fight me.”
I risk a glance back at him as he says, “I’m sorry, angel.” I don’t believe him for one second. I know the sympathy and compassion in his eyes are complete bullshit. “I didn’t want this for you.” He’s a liar.
Tears roll down my cheeks and I don’t even bother to brush them away. He lays a hand on my cheek and I hate that it brings me warmth. “Please,” I beg him again, “just let me go.”
“If only you knew.” I turn away from him, hating how he’s acting like this is out of his control.
He huffs a humorless laugh. “I’m taking you to a place where you won’t get away with this. You’ll be running to me to keep you safe.”
My body chills at his words.
“I won’t let them hurt you.” I look deep into his eyes and some naïve part of me believes him.
“But you won’t get away with this shit over there.”
Kade
I lock the doors on the car and think about checking the trunk. It’s been quiet, but I don’t trust her being quiet. It’s been five hours. I drove straight through the entire time. I’m sure she needs to relieve herself and stretch. But maybe she’s quiet because she’s asleep. I fucking hope that’s it. She’s going to need to be well-rested so she can take this in.