Page 22 of Mercilessly Bred


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He sat the satchel next to me, and I frowned.

“What is it? What are you doing?”

He ignored me again. It drove me a little crazy that he could demand so much of me but refuse to answer my questions about what was going on in his mind.

Annoyance overrode my anxiety, and I decided to make an attempt to leave the bathroom. The second I scooted to the edge of the vanity, prepared to hop off, Sebastian moved in close, using his hips to force himself between her legs. His body heat seeped into me, and his closeness excited me. The needy ache between my legs wasn’t entirely welcome, considering the circumstances. He’d forced me in here, clearly angry about the birth control implant I’d completely forgotten about.

I couldn’t be blamed for the birth control that the men who had held me captive for the previous four years implanted inside me to prevent any repercussions from their repeated assaults. Nevertheless, I had no intention of disclosing this information to Sebastian. He had no interest in hearing about my past, and frankly, I wasn’t eager to discuss it either.

Reaching over toward the bathroom door, Sebastian removed a belt from a hook and grabbed my hand. His grip was firm, giving me no opportunity to get away, but it didn’t hurt. He looped the belt around my wrists.

“What are you—”

Answering without words, he raised my arms above my head, attaching the belt to the light fixture above the mirror. As he held my wrists, his fingers delicately trailed over my skin, his thumb moving in a languid pattern. My heart raced, pounding against my chest with each passing moment. His tender touch momentarily distracted me from my anxieties. However, when our eyes met, a chill ran down my spine.

With just a look, he made so many promises. He lifted his hand and touched my cheek, but I turned away in defiance. A sly grin crept across his face, indicating that he was enjoying the power he held over me. As I braced myself for whatever horror he had in store for me, he brushed my hair aside and ran his finger over the fresh bruise on my neck.

“Hold still,” he commanded, running his hand down my suspended arms.

His fingertips continued down my sides, brushing against the side of my breasts. Desire shot through my body, and I arched into him before I could stop myself.

Despite the smugness of his smirk, his deep-green eyes drew me in, and I found myself lost in them. As his hands made their way back up to me, I couldn’t help but shudder at his light touches. My lips parted involuntarily, and I tilted my head back, yearning for the feel of his mouth on mine once again.

I was so caught up in the moment that I didn’t immediately realize that he was feeling along the underside of my arm until he’d located my implant again.

My entire body tensed, and I tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. His closeness didn’t feel erotic anymore. He was trapping me here on the vanity, my ass wedged between the double sinks and my wrists secured by a belt.

Then he pulled a small needle out of the black satchel.

“What the hell is that?” I asked, my eyes wide.

He removed a tiny vial of clear liquid, and my stomach churned with unease as he drew the liquid into the syringe. He weilded the needle with a practiced hand, sending shivers of dread through my body as he moved with a confidence that was unnerving. I forced myself to stay calm, but once the pad of the alcohol wipe touched my arm, I jerked back.

“Hold still. I’m just going to numb your arm.”

“Numb my arm?” My brain was working slowly, clouded by uncertainty and a lingering lust that I resented. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m removing that fucking birth control implant.”

Before I could even open my mouth to protest, he had already clutched my arm, and the needle was sinking into my skin by the implant. He swiftly removed the needle, causing a momentary ache that I barely registered before he tossed it into the sink.

“The numbness should take effect quickly, and the removal won’t hurt as long as you don’t move. Can you handle that?”

I felt a surge of anger at his patronizing tone, but I took a deep breath and contemplated my choices. I didn’t really have any. Sebastian had already decided, and my objections felt powerless against his determination. But was I really going to let him perform a medical procedure on me in his bathroom? That seemed crazy.

“Don’t forget the contract you signed,” he said, obviously reading the misgivings on my face. “You know it has hefty consequences if broken. You didn’t disclose you had a birth control device, which is a serious problem under the terms of our agreement.”

Yeah, I was right. There were no options for me.

As I watched him pull a scalpel from the satchel, tears welled up in my eyes. He was focused on my arm, and I had to turn away as the pads of his fingers touched my skin. I couldn’t watch him do it.

When I closed my eyes, the tears ran down my cheeks, but I let out a relieved sigh when I didn’t feel any pain. The numbing worked.

I sensed movement from Sebastian, but I didn’t look at him until he took a step back. There was a plastic bag in his hand, and the little plastic birth control implant was inside, along with a little blood. He tossed it in the trash, and I glanced at my arm to see that he’d already applied a band aid to the wound.

His thumb brushed over my cheek, and I met his eyes again.

“You shouldn’t waste your tears on something you can’t even feel. Save them for when I mold the inside of your sweet cunt to my cock.”

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