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There's a rustling sound as the door creaks open, followed by footsteps. I try to move my arms and legs but realize I’m tied up. The space around me lightens, enough for me to make out another figure tied up not far from me. I blink until the person’s features come into focus. It’s Baron. Fuck. I strain at my restraints, but they don’t give. The footsteps come closer; I try to push away from it. Arms reach for me, and I strain away. "Don’t touch me. Don’t fucking touch me. Don’t."
"Eddie, it’s me!"
I snap my eyes open. Baby blues meet mine. Thick eyelashes, flushed cheeks, rosebud lips. I draw in a shuddering breath, and the scent of sweet apple blossoms coils deep in my chest.
"Ed,"—she swallows—"you were dreaming."
"And now, I’m not." In one swoop, I’ve flipped her on her back on the bed and slammed my palms on either side of her head.
35
Mira
"Eddie." My heart crashes into my rib cage. "Ed, are you okay?"
He doesn’t answer. He’s planked over me, so his weight is not on me, but his big body is so close, the heat from him crashes into me and sinks into my blood. It feels like I’m in a sauna. Sweat breaks out over my upper lip. "Edward, it was a dream."
"Butyou’renot," he says in a hard voice, which is darker, meaner than how he’s sounded before. My pulse rate leaps. My pussy clenches.I should not be aroused by the viciousness in his voice, but I’m learning, I’m not the woman I thought I was. I enjoy it when he looks at me like I’m an object made for his pleasure. I adore it when he manipulates my body to bring himself satisfaction. I’m positively giddy when he touches me like it means nothing to him. What does that say about me? Is that why I was attracted to him right away, because I sensed the darkness in him? Because it touched that part deep inside of me which I’d hidden but somehow known existed? Known I was waiting for someone like him to flick a switch and let out the pleasure seeker inside of me?
"I’m not," I say softly.
"You’remywife."
"I am."
"And you areduty-boundto do everything I ask of you."
I swallow. He’s repeating my words back to me, but from his mouth, they take on a darker meaning. Goosebumps dot my skin. A jitteriness twists my lower belly. Moisture bathes my pussy, and it takes everything in me not to whine with fear and anticipation…and need.Oh god, I’m turning into a puddle of want under him.And the way his nostrils flare, he senses it.
"Will you, Belle?” he growls. The sound is harsh and demanding, and it rips through my defenses. That melting puddle I am turns into a seething ache. One that can only be satisfied by him.
"Yes," I croak.
He bares his teeth in response. I shiver. Another thing different about him. He’s allowing his emotions to show on his face, something I’ve hoped for, but also… It’s so unexpected. It turns him from that cold, unemotional man into someone whose control has snapped. Someone who feels everything intensely. Someone I knew existed underneath the seemingly detached front he’s always presented. But there’s a difference between knowing it and facing it. He’s let the beast inside out to play and I…am the recipient of the consequences.
"And you’ll do anything I ask."
I nod.
"Anything?"
He tilts his head, an inquiring look in his eyes. The angle of his head, the way he’s watching me closely, the way those amber eyes of his gleam, he could be an apex predator, stalking his prey. Another jolt lances through me. I brace myself, and nod again, then cry out when he drops his head and drags his nose up my cheek.
"Your scent drives me crazy. It makes me want to throw you down and rut into you. It makes me want to throw you over my shoulder and carry you away where no one else can see you. It makes me crazy, and I hate it. I fucking hate how you make me want things I shouldn’t."
There’s a thread of desperation woven through that darkness in his tone. It gives me the courage to dig my fingers in his hair and tug. He straightens and glares at me. His gaze is so hard, so filled with lust, my heart almost stops, then starts again. It also spurs me on to declare, "Good!"
His gaze widens, then a resolute look comes into his eyes. "I’m going to use you. I’m going to do things to your body, you could have never imagined in your wildest dreams. I’m going to stuff your holes and you’re going to take everything like a good girl."
My toes curl. My breath hitches. I begin to pant and can’t stop myself.
"I’m going to have you begging and writhing and wanting to come, but I won’t let you."
I swallow.
"Not until you’ve forgotten who you are and where you are, and all you know is my touch, my gaze on you, my fingers inside you, my cock throbbing in your cunt, and you’re crying for release and then… Perhaps, I might consider it."
"You…you’re cruel," I moan.
