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He’s right…that’s exactly what my problem is. I did want him back, and that’s why I ran. That’s what got me in this situation. This is an endless, torturous cycle.
“Y-you’re insane.”
“Insane?” he asks passively, as if only now thinking about it. “Probably. Infatuated? Passionate? Obsessed? They work too.”
His empty eyes fixate on mine, and he murmurs, “It’s happening. Don’t move.”
The pain is like nothing I’ve felt before. My eyes squeeze shut, a desperate whimper escaping me.
I bite my lip, but the curse comes out anyway. “Fuck!”
“Shh, just focus on me.”
And I do. I open my eyes to focus on the midnight blue staring back at me. There’s nothing there. Not even the obsession and passion he talks about. But his hold, his breathing, I feel them. They want to possess me, to keep me. I can’t help but want that too.
His other hand comes to my cheek, caressing my skin. “She’s going to do the second one now.”
The pain is even worse. How is that even possible? I’m whining wordlessly, squirming on the spot from the wetness I can feel leaking out of me.
It’s a good thing he doesn’t ever plan on letting me go. Who else could understand me but the monster who created me? Who else could love me but the devil who helped me discover my darkest desires and chose to want me despite them all?
“You’re doing so good,” he growls in my ear. “I’m going to let you orgasm the second we’re finished. It’ll be your reward for being such a good wife.”
A sob clogs my throat. Everything in me is telling me to fight, but I’m too taken by his power to do anything anymore.
When it’s finally over, Nate lets me go, and Mimi is quick to pack up. I don’t want to look at her and see her real thoughts about the situation. I don’t want the judgmental outside world to show me that this is fucked up.
I already know.
I already can’t fight it.
I look down at my reddened nipples. They’re hard, swollen, and they are now decorated with gold barbels, each with diamonds on the ends.
Nate stands in front of me. One hand lands on the back of the chair, the other snaking down my body.
“They match your engagement ring.” He pushes two fingers inside me, pointing out that I’m dripping wet.
I just let go. I let him coax a soul-shattering orgasm out of me, drinking up my reward for suffering at the hands of my beautiful demon.
And just like he did with his, I embrace him and the darkness he creates inside me.
Later that night, I’m sitting on his bed, wearing a black silk sleep dress. I’m still locked in his bedroom, my nipples throbbing despite wearing only a thin layer. He’s left me here for hours. I’ve heard him walking around the house, heard something that sounded like drilling, and I was so worried I ended up grabbing a book in the drawer of his bedside table. All he keeps in there is the notebook he uses to track my night terrors and the book Frankenstein. And now I’m attempting to read the first page. That’s how much I need to escape. I’m willing to open a book.
I startle when he comes in. He’s discarded his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and his hair is a mess of blond strands framing his sharp face. He wipes his forehead with his forearm, and that shows me he’s holding a drill. My eyes automatically go to his other hand.
A chain.
The chain.
“No.” I throw the covers to the side, ready to get out of bed and run the fuck away from him, but the second my feet touch the floor, his sharp tone freezes my movement.
“Don’t make me hurt you.”
“Nate, this is insane.”
“I don’t care.” He advances toward me.
“You can’t keep me chained here. I know you’re angry, but–”
