Page 4 of Knot Broken


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I follow him inside the elevator and notice that he’s hit the topmost floor on the panel.

“Did you book us the penthouse suite?” I ask.

“Only the best for you, baby,” he says, pressing a kiss to my neck.

Warmth and surprise wash over me. Jake usually prefers to take me to cheaper motels after our dinner dates. He must be extremely happy about his upcoming prospects to be treating me so lavishly.

The elevator doors slide open directly into the suite.

“Oh wow!” I exclaim, stepping into the luxurious room. “This place is gorgeous.”

Putting my bouquet down, I walk toward a vase of gigantic white lilies. Out of curiosity, I touch their petals to make sure they’re real. “These flowers are beautiful,” I murmur, leaning in to smell them.

Jake stands right behind me and places his hand over the curve of my ass. “There are more impressive things in this suite than the fucking flowers, honey,” he says, slapping my asscheek hard.

My teeth sink into my bottom lip as pain flares through me. Hiding my discomfort, I smile.

“Come with me,” he says, grabbing my wrist and dragging me further inside the suite.

His hold is hard enough to bruise my wrist but his enthusiasm silences my internal protest at his roughness.

“What’d you think?” he asks, gesturing toward the large bed in the room.

The snowy white bedding looks inviting, so I nod and smile at him. “It looks quite comfortable,” I say, chuckling. “Should we test it out?”

He leads me to the bed and with a sudden shove, sends me crashing against it.

Before I can get my bearings, he’s on top of me, kissing me hard. His hand palms over a breast, squeezing it hard.

I’m left feeling disoriented and suffocated as his heavy body presses me down on the mattress. My fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him to give me some space but Jake is relentless, drinking me in while I struggle to draw enough breath into my lungs.

When he finally breaks away, I’m left gasping.

“Let me prep you, sweetheart,” he says, moving toward a drawer by the bedside.

Turning my head, I watch him bring out a thick length of rope.

My insides freeze at the sight of it. I know what he has in mind will leave me with several new bruises and aching holes tonight.

I must not disappoint him when he’s so happy tonight, I tell myself as he proceeds to tie the rope around my wrists.

My breathing slows down despite my struggle to stay brave.

I wait for the pleasure he keeps promising me but only the fear of pain spreads through my veins.

“I love you,” I tell Jake, hoping he knows what I’m willing to go through for him.

“Be a good girl for me, Rory” he says as he pulls at the ropes, forcing my arms away from my body. He ties the ends to the bedposts and proceeds to do the same to my ankles.

Soon, I’m lying spreadeagled on the large bed with my wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts. The position makes me feel extremely vulnerable but my trust in Jake keeps me in control.

“You’re so beautiful, Rory,” he says, staring at me with an apologetic look. “It hurts me to let you go.” Leaning in, he presses a hard, bruising kiss to my mouth. “I should’ve gotten to fuck you one last time before giving you away.”

His words don’t make any sense. “What are you talking about?”

Jake moves away and walks out of the bedroom, leaving me tied up on the bed.

“Jake?” I call out ask in a panic-laced voice. “Where are you going?”

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