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“No. Not again.”
His hand lands on my ass cheek as he takes me, not through the window I came out of, but through the front door. All of the talking and laughing stops and my mother gasps out loud. I try to turn to look around him at who might be watching us.
“Help me.” I don’t shout it out loud like I did to my dad and his. Instead, I just ask and wait to find out if anyone is going to do anything.
“Leander,” Oh thank God! Lillianna!
“Lillianna, please!” I pled my case to Ander’s mother.
“Leander,” she says his name again. It’s soft but underneath is a hidden steel. “Don’t you dare hurt her!”
“I won’t, Mom. Never.” I expect to be set down but instead, he just addresses the rest of the room. “Ladies, enjoy your night!”
And then I am being carried once more to my room.
He lays me on the bed and takes both my arms in his hands. Before I can argue with him or even try to bring my arms down, he is cuffing me to my bed. Both cuffs surround my wrists as the chain part wraps around a spindle of my bed.
“What the…?”
He leaves me to walk back to the door and shut it. Instead of being satisfied with it just being locked he moves a straight-backed chair under the knob. He then comes over to the bed and starts reaching for me. I try to kick out but too easily he has my leggings off and thrown over his shoulder.
“What are you doing? Ander, what are you doing?”
“Getting you comfortable so we can sleep peacefully.”
I try to decipher his words, but they make no sense to me. What does he mean ‘we’?
“You can’t sleep well in the crap you have on.”
“I don’t plan on sleeping. Come on, Ander. Why do you even want to marry me anyway? If not because you’re secretly going to use me to make money for your club by doing something nefarious?”
He takes the bottom of my shirt and pulls it from my body. Realizing he can’t take it over my head while I am still cuffed I wait, coiled and ready, for the moment I can try to escape yet again. Then shock is coursing through me as he reaches down to his boot and takes out a wicked-looking knife that slices through my shirt like it’s nothing more than annoying tissue paper to him.
My mouth falls open and my brain goes numb, ceasing all thought of escape. He takes in my underwear and leans in to go for my bra. “What…stop! This…my bra is perfectly comfortable and quite easy to sleep in. It doesn’t need to be taken off so I’ll sleep better.” He doesn’t listen to me and slides the blade under the strap of my bra. “It’s a sports bra, Ander. It’s made to sleep in. Ander, I would feel more comfortable in the bra.”
It’s too late. He has the damned thing cut off me. And is currently sawing through the straps of my panties. Once I am laid bare before him he starts working on his own clothes, yanking his shirt over his head.
“Wait, we…I…,”
“Don’t worry, princess. I’m not going to fuck you until you beg me to.”
I would reply with something glib and flippant but I’m too afraid there might actually be a time in the near future when that happens. It was one of the reasons I chose to run tonight. I can’t marry Ander. Odin. I correct myself. I’ve been correcting myself this entire week hoping it helps me put some distance between the boy I used to know and the man he’s become.
When I look into the eyes of the man standing in front of me, none of that boy from next door is there. Part of that breaks my heart. And another part makes me saw my thighs back and forth at that information. It turns out no matter who Ander…Odin is, my body still wants to roll over and be petted like a fucking cat in heat by him.
What is wrong with me?
He crawls on the bed and keeps his eyes glued to my face. Even though I am well aware he can see all of me, even if he doesn’t directly leer.
“Time to go to sleep, little one. We have a big day ahead of us. Lots of things to do tomorrow. It is a big day.”
I make tentative peace with my body by looking straight ahead and not at the man before me. He looks like…well, his namesake. Black ink covers his chest and arms and the horny slut that apparently lives inside of me wants to try to track all the lines and shapes with my tongue.
“Sleep.”
“I can’t. I haven’t been able to since…that night.” Because every time I close my eyes, I see Joann right before and right after she got shot in front of me. My thoughts take me back to the night a human being died in my arms before help ever came.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Before he can finish asking, I am shaking my head no. To talk about what happened somehow makes it even more real than it already is. “Then I’ll have to go with option B.”
