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I glanced over at her. Her face was pale beneath her makeup, and I didn’t fucking like it because it meant she was afraid of him. I never wanted her to be afraid of anyone, not even me. Sure, I still planned to fucking break her, but maybe afterward, she’d find freedom and get the fuck out of this cult-like society before it killed her.
I frowned at myself. Fuck, she was twisting me all up inside. I wasn’t supposed to want anything good for her. I’d started this just wanting to taste her and fuck her up inside.
Now I was wanting her to find safety?
“I told him not to touch you again or I’d break off the engagement and smear his name through the fucking dirt,” I told her, giving her the summed-up version.
She swallowed thickly, her hand fluttering to her cheek. “I thought I covered it,” she whispered more to herself than anything, but I still heard her.
“Oh, you did,” I assured her. She glanced up at me through those thick lashes. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t notice the signs. Long sleeves when it’s eighty degrees out. Turtleneck collar? And your makeup is heavier than normal, like it was the first day I noticed the bruise on your skin.”
My mother was an expert at covering bruises now, but I still noticed all the signs on her. I was good at figuring shit out just by paying close attention to the finger details.
Tears suddenly shone in her eyes, but she blinked them back, turning away from me. I didn’t say anything else, just let that hang in the air, let her know I was a lot more intuitive than she gave me credit for.
My intuitiveness could either work in her favor or not. Depended on how she handled it and what she did from here.
“I assume we’re not going to a restaurant,” she said as we neared the edge of town.
“No, we’re not,” I told her. She sighed, leaning her head back on my headrest. “I don’t wine and dine, little blondie. Don’t ever expect it from me, especially when I want nothing more than to get inside your tight, wet cunt and ruin you for every other man.”
The skin peeking out from between her neck and her chin flushed red. I bit back a smirk, turning onto a dirt road that would lead to our destination. She straightened in her seat, more tension riding her shoulders as she tried to figure out where I was taking her this time.
Because we were now far from civilization. I could do anything to her out here, and no one would ever know.
“Amadeus,” she whispered, her voice trembling when I pulled up in front of an old, abandoned shack. It was barely visible through the trees. Cobwebs and spiders owned the place now, and occasionally, a snake liked to slither through.
I felt most at ease surrounded by some of the deadliest creatures around here. I didn’t bother them, and they didn’t bother me. When I was out here, we cohabited.
Maybe they sensed the wildness in me. The predator.
I snorted when I remembered Ezra literally pissing his pants when a snake slid over his boot while he was high as fuck. He still hadn’t come back after that happened. So, this was now where I came when I wanted to be by myself, away from the shit I dealt with on a daily basis. Ezra would have to be desperate to ever step foot back out here.
“We’re here,” I said, pushing open my door. “Get out.”
I watched as she drew in a deep breath, fear flickering through her gaze before she pushed open the door and got out too, softly shutting it behind her. She folded her hands in front of her again, her knuckles white. Gripping her arm, I led her through the small path I’d created through the overgrown bushes and weeds and to the back door, pushing it open.
“Amadeus, I don’t want to go in there.” Her voice shook as she spoke, giving away her fear. She resisted when I nudged her forward, her heels digging into the ground.
“Too bad.” I shoved her inside, making her stumble, but she caught herself before she hit the floor. I walked in after her and lit a camping lantern before going around the room and lighting some candles I had, the flickering light casting a glow over the room. Her eyes widened when one of the candles lit up a spider right in front of her face, and she shrieked, stumbling backward. She caught her foot on the edge of the rug I laid down a couple of years ago and fell on her ass, her dress riding up to reveal a pair of what I would call period panties, but were probably her normal kind.
She’d probably never owned anything lacy or sexy in her life.
Didn’t matter. My cock turned to steel at the sign of them before she yanked her dress down, her cheeks red beneath her makeup, her eyes darting around the room, her chest heaving.
“Amadeus, please anywhere but here,” she begged, tears in her voice. “I’m deathly afraid of spiders.”
I grinned. “Cornfields, spiders… I wonder what else I’ll find out you’re afraid of before I’m done with you. You just keep giving me ammunition, little blondie.”
She swallowed thickly, tightening her lips so she wouldn’t accidentally let something slip. I smirked before moving over to a cabinet along the wall, grabbing down some rope. I turned to face her, and her eyes caught on it. She shook her head, scrambling to get up, but I was faster. I straddled her and then flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hands behind her back. She kicked and fought, screaming at me, but there wasn’t anyone around for miles to hear her.
She could scream all she fucking wanted, and before I was done with her tonight, she’d be screaming for an entirely different reason.
Not in fear, no.
I’d have her screaming my name in ecstasy.
Once her wrists were tied, her sleeves a barrier between the rope and her skin, I flipped her back over, loving the way her bound hands made her back arch. Tears streamed down her cheeks, ruining her makeup, revealing the darkened bruise on her cheek. I maliciously grinned down at her. “You’re mine to do with whatever I want, little blondie. Don’t ever forget that just because I’m making sure your father doesn’t lay his hands on you.”
