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“Only if you ask nicely.”
“Ugh!” I scream as he approaches me. My body is a bitch who drops her self-respect every time this monster says,Ready to play?His fingers glide up my leg, and tingles erupt.
I am splayed open for him. I know I am aroused, and his eyes focus between my legs, at the wetness gathering there. I try to squeeze my legs together, but the bastard still has me tied up. He dips a finger inside me. I am so deliciously sore; I have no idea how my body still wants more. Everything the asshole does to my body feels good. He caresses my pussy, brushing his finger up and down my slit. I close my eyes, giving in to his ministrations.
“Eyes on me.”
“Fuck you.”
He stops and I snap my eyes open.
“Better.”
He climbs in bed, between my legs, and his erection is already thick and hard. I can’t believe I took that monster inside me. Twice.
“Tell me you’re sore and I will stop.”
“You wish I were sore. I didn’t even feel your dick. It’s so microscopic.”
“You never take the easy way, do you?”
“Untie me, now.”
“Cara, I’ll untie you when I want to untie you.”
“You fucking . . .”
“Last chance to say no.”
But my words remain locked. He thrusts inside me, and I pant. He grips my chin and pulls out.
“Your stubbornness will ruin you,” he says with a note of frustration, realizing I am obstinately stubborn. Even now I want him back inside. But I still keep my mouth shut.
He unties me, and blood circulates back into my hands and legs. My entire body feels as if it’s been invaded by ants.
“There are a few things in my life that give me pleasure. I seek them because the monster is real and because every day is a struggle not to give in.”
Why is he telling me all this? He gets out of bed, looking outside the window.
“Choosing misery is for victims. You strike me as a warrior. You don’t want this life. You make it clear because everything between us is a fucking war. Whose choice is that? Mine or yours?”
His words stab at my heart. I rub my wrists, glaring at him.
“The truth always tastes like shit.”
“You must have eaten gallons of it.”
“And then you do something so characteristically you. That attitude, your temper, and I think, I would burn this planet down for her . . . I’d take it all for her to give me those moments . . .”
“You’re delusional. We don’t have moments. We have nothing.”
“I won’t come home tonight. This is your home, do whatever you want, go wherever you want. Buy whatever you want.” He places a black Amex card on the nightstand with my name on it.
“Where are you going?”
“You will have two bodyguards with you all the time. It’s up to you if you want our marriage to be somewhat decent. Or I can tie you to the bed and kill your spirit, because I will do it, if I have to.”
“You will never break me.”
