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“Good morning,” I greet, walking over to the bed. Again, I tied her hands in front of her body, knowing the position would be the best for her to sleep in, and even though she won’t admit it, I know she’s thankful. As I undo the rope, Fallon watches me cautiously.
“When will I get to sleep without being bound?”
“When I can trust that you won’t try and run or kill me in my sleep,” I respond without so much as a blink. “Which is probably going to be a while.”
“You think after what you said to me the other night, and what happened, I would still run?” Her voice comes out as a whisper, and I can practically see the events from that night playing back in her mind.
I drop the rope onto the bed and reach for her hand, noticing how much smaller it is in mine. The warmth of her touch ripples through me. She doesn’t tug her hand out of my grasp, which surprises me. It’s like she’s accepted this sick fate she’s been given. It’s too bad I don’t quite believe that.
“When faced with a choice, I think you would always choose to run from me. It’s what any logical person would do. Try to escape the monster before the monster gets you. It’s eat or be eaten in my world.”
Fallon nods as if she understands. She doesn’t have the slightest clue, but that lesson is for another day. Right now, I have other plans.
“Take off your clothes,” I order once we’re in the bathroom.
Apprehension flickers in her eyes, and she slowly tugs her hand out of mine and reaches for the nightshirt she is wearing.
“If you want to have sex…” Her cheeks tint red. “I’m still a little sore.”
Her confession makes my cock swell with blood. Of course, she is still sore. I took her like a wild fucking animal, throwing caution completely to the wind. I hadn’t been with a woman in a while, and the women I’m used to fucking are accustomed to that type of sex. The whores in the brothels don’t care if you fuck their ass or pussy. If you take them too roughly or make them bleed. They just care about the cash they get after.
I hate making the comparison, even if it’s just in my head. I paid for both Fallon and the hookers, but Fallon didn’t get the money. She didn’t even do this willingly. She gets nothing in return besides living in a nightmare.
It’s me that’s the same in this comparison.
Paying for flesh. Being selfish, cruel, and uncaring. Even worse, I don’t feel bad about it. The world is unfair. I’m not a good person, and Fallon should know that by now.
“I paid a lot of money to use you wherever I want. If I wanted to worry if someone was sore, I’d get a girlfriend. But hey, if you’re that worried about it, I can use your ass. That hole isn’t sore, is it?”
Fallon’s blue eyes go incredibly wide, and I can almost guarantee she is squeezing her butt cheeks together in anticipation. She opens her mouth to say something, but no words come out. I’m a fucking bastard, but all I can do is chuckle at her response.
She should have it through her thick skull that I don’t give a shit what she thinks or how she feels, but she doesn’t. She still thinks there is some good in me, even after I killed the guy in front of her.
“Take your clothes off, or I’ll do it for you,” I repeat.
My words snap her out of her shocked state, and she springs into action, pulling her shirt and sleeping shorts off. I take a moment to gawk at her naked body—perky tits with dusky pink nipples, my gaze trails down to a smooth belly and over her hips. My gaze lingers on the faint bruises along her hips, yellow and green colored…bruises I put there.
It shouldn’t fucking bother me that I bruised her flesh or hurt her in any way. She’s mine to do whatever I want with, but it does, it fucking does, and I hate admitting it.
Turning my back to her, I twist the knobs and turn on the shower. I wait a few seconds for the water to get hot before I motion for her to get in. She steps under the spray while watching me out of the corner of her eye. I can only imagine what she is thinking right now.
Probably worried that I’m going to fuck her again.
Stripping out of my own clothing, I join her in the shower. Her entire body tenses, and even more so when my steel hard cock brushes against the swell of her perfectly-shaped ass. I want her, crave her body, and it doesn’t help matters when she looks like the one and only person I’ve ever let down in my life.
