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I shrugged a shoulder, keeping my body in a state of nonchalance. “Why do you care? You have that trailer park trash back at your condo, right? Is she kinda like Fun Dip? Stick your white pasty dick in and pop out covered in chlamydia? Because you sure aren’t coming out coated in sugar.”
Drew pursed his lips, eyes darkening.
“You’re mine,” Drew hissed at me. “And when I stop wanting you to be mine, I’m going to make sure the next man your father makes a deal with will fuck your shit up.” He smirked. “If there’s anything left, that is.”
He tipped my head back, his gaze running along my throat. It was no doubt bruised from my father’s steely grip. “Nothing a little makeup won’t fix. We need to make sure you’re looking your best for the gala.” He chuckled to himself like he’d told a joke. Was there something he knew that I didn’t?
“Good to know where you stand on domestic violence,” I snapped at him.
Another chuckle, this one darker, more dangerous. In all the years I’d been with Drew, he’d never been cruel. I didn’t think him capable. Not once had he ever raised his voice to me or given me a reason to think he would. But the look on his face now?
It was deadly.
“I’ve been too lenient with you, Bai.” He dragged me away from the wall. My hands automatically went to the wrist of the hand he still had wrapped tautly in my hair. The pain wasn’t erotic. It stung, the roots pulling from my scalp. If he wasn’t careful, he’d give me a bald spot. He pushed me into the vanity of the bathroom. I groaned as the marble countertop bit into my back.
Drew reached into the shower, hitting a few of the elaborate buttons that turned the spray on. The bathroom immediately began to fill with steam.
“That is going to change.” He turned to face me, his dangerously dark gaze boring into mine. “No more freedom. Little Rapunzel is going to sit up in her tower until she’s needed, or she’s going to feel what it’s like to fall. Understood?”
Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I nodded my head, afraid of what I might say if I spoke.
He smiled smugly. “Good,” he stepped back, eyes roaming my body. “Now strip.”
“Strip, Bailey.”
Kiernan’s voice rang in the air, my mind pulling me back to our first encounter. I’d been scared. Petrified. But there had been something in Kiernan’s gaze at the time, a softness that told me he would never hurt me. Drew didn’t have any softness, and the warm memory of being in the shower with Kiernan washed away.
“What?” My brow furrowed and my mouth fell open, stunned.
“I told you to strip.” His voice darkened, his eyes growing colder.
Folding my arms across my chest, I scowled at him. “Fuck you, Drew,” I hissed, going to brush by him. He was nothing but a show pony. There was no way in hell he’d actually hurt me.
Oh how wrong I was.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” His eyes widened with delight as he snatched at my blouse, tearing it down the middle. I cried out as buttons went flying, their pings on the marble echoing loudly as my ears rushed with blood.
He’d managed to shove my blouse down my arms, flinging it carelessly to the floor before the shock wore off. “No!” My screams filled the air, and I shoved at his hands that were currently pulling my jeans down my hips.
“That word doesn’t exist between us anymore,” he snarled as he pulled at my clothes. Fuck, where was that training Seamus had drilled into me the other day? Not that I expected myself to suddenly becomeKill Bill, but being able to at least shove the bastard off me would be nice.
Where was the extra strength that came with a shot of adrenaline?
Apparently, it didn’t exist, and all those videos of people in distress lifting cars were lies.
“You will do everything I ask with a nod and a smile,” he hissed, grabbing my throat and slamming me into the wall next to the walk-in shower. I clawed desperately at his hand. It wasn’t as harsh as my father’s had been, but the memory of having my air cut off still lingered at the front of my mind. “Or I will make your life a living hell. Understood?”
One sharp nod from me seemed to satisfy him.
Drew ripped the rest of my clothes from my body before yanking me away from the wall and shoving me into the shower stall. A sob ripped from my throat as I hit the tile hard, my knees buckling beneath me.
“Now be a good girl and wash the filth from your body and meet me downstairs for dinner with your family in an hour.”
My chest heaved as I struggled to get myself under control.
I sat there, trapped. Shivering. Vulnerable.
How could he do this to me? What had changed?
