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“Slut.” Not an insult. Not a compliment either. A lustful discovery to him.
It’s as if he’s been waiting his entire life for me to show him my depraved side.
He gets out of bed. I’m too shocked to say anything else, even to wonder why he hides something from his brother.
Ethan is the one who pushed me away. I shouldn’t mean much to him.
And yet he’s here, made me come, saying there should be no other man in my life.
This type of behavior gives me hope. Dangerous, traitorous hope. I don’t want to become the girl who waits for Ethan to give her a scrap of attention again. The hardest thing to do in my life was move on from him. I guess that’s why I never really did.
“Ethan,” I rasp as I watch him get off the bed. “Can you undo this thing, please?”
He looks at the leather around my neck and shakes his head. “I don’t want him to know I’ve been in his room, made his girl come.”
“I’m not Elliot’s girl.”
He snorts, running a hand through his black hair. “To him, you are, believe me. You’ve always been.” Pausing, he observes me as he stands by the door. “Even when you were with me.”
“Please. Please, undo it.”
He smirks. “Maybe I like you like this. At our mercy. Unable to defend yourself from anything we want to do to you.”
I narrow my eyes at him, spitting my insult with all my might. “You’re a monster.”
“If I’m a monster, you made me that way, Mi Cielo.”
My lips part when he uses the nickname he had for me in high school.
He’s not allowed to do that. He’s not allowed because only my boyfriend called me that.
21
JADE
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It takes almost a week and many painkillers before I can start walking without feeling like someone is crushing my lungs. Elliot kept me in his bed under the pretense of taking care of me. He only let me out to use the bathroom.
Clearly, none of my ribs were fractured because I feel much better. But Elliot still wouldn’t let me out.
He fed me here, hugged me, covered my side in bruise cream, but at no point did he fuck me or ask anything of me. The collar is still on, the chain still attached to the wall, and I think I’ll go insane if I don’t get to leave this house very soon.
Ethan hasn’t visited me again, and I need to know what the hell he meant the last time he was here.
“I really need to start working on the van if I don’t want Kay to chop my head off.”
Elliot stops mid-movement, then slowly finishes sliding his jeans on. His hard-on is still visible when he turns to me. He’s spent the last week pretty much like this when he’s in my vicinity. I don’t understand how he does it. The simple knowledge of knowing he’s hard makes me desperate for him.
His body was built for mine. The way he encircles my waist with one arm, or how he can practically wrap his huge hand around my thigh. How I fit perfectly within him and him within me.
So how the hell is he capable of not touching me when I’ve been half-naked in his bed for a week? My skin is burning with the need to feel him against me.
“Will you undo this thing?” He knows what I mean; I don’t need to point at it or call it by its name.
Apparently, he loves to. “Your collar? No.”
“Elliot, you’re such an asshole.” I huff. “We have a job to do. One you were very much aware of when you came to get me in New York. You can’t keep mechainedto a wall.”
