"I meant to talk to you about this, but I never really had a chance. Once we arrive on the island, I will have your tubes cut and tied. I don’t want to risk them becoming untied, so I will have you completely sterilized so there will never be a chance of you having children—us having children.”
He raised his eyebrows, waiting for a reaction, but I gave none. I felt frozen in time. It looked as if everything was moving in slow motion. I was so stunned I couldn't move.
It felt like I received a blow to the gut, and I lost my breath for a minute. I was numb and shocked at the same time. He continued speaking, but I could hardly hear the words falling from his lips.
I shook my head slightly, trying to focus on what he was saying, but my mind was almost blank as his lips continued moving in my line of vision.
"I thought about a hysterectomy, but I don't want to make you have to take hormonal replacement at such a young age. That’s why I always chose anal, because there is no room for any mistakes.”
My heart thumped wildly in my chest once I snapped out of my dream-like state, and the reality ofwhat he had just told me hit me like a ton of bricks. I was fucking pissed off, mortified, and sick to my stomach all at once, but I didn't give any outward signs of the seething anger simmering deep within my gut. I needed to keep calm.
I didn't want him to lock me in my room while he was gone tonight. Although I constantly flip-flopped between trying to escape and just accepting my fate, I came close to giving up all thoughts of leaving a few minutes ago when he softened and allowed me to stay out of my room tonight.
Now, there was no way I could remain with this selfish bastard! He was going to sterilize me, and I would never have kids.
Because I had no immediate family, I wanted at least one child when I met the right person, and now this asshole was going to take my last right away from me.
Just who the hell did he think he was?
It was at that moment that I decided I was getting the fuck out of here, even if he killed me in the process. I kept my true feelings concealed while the thought of escaping this selfish asshole consumed me.
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Atlas
I decided Kitten could stay alone while I took care of the hit tonight. She was genuinely excited about not having my brother sit with her. What would it hurt to let her roam free through the house?
There was no escape. The remote was coming with me, and I would have one of my guys watch the cameras. In case of a fire, I had built-in sprinklers throughout the house, so I wasn't too worried about a blaze breaking out. My office would be secure from her prying eyes, and any connection to the outside world was locked in the safe behind my bedroom wall. She wasn't going anywhere.
The only concern I had right now was the look in her eyes when I told her my plans to have her fixed. Although she tried to hide her anger, I had learned to read her body signals these past weeks.
I felt her heart thumping through her chest; that's how hard it was beating after I told her what toexpect for her future. I knew she would be upset, and who wouldn't be?
This is the reason I waited until the last minute to spring it on her. I watched her closely, waiting for her to throw a tantrum, hit me, or do something, but she didn't. She just sat in my lap with a look of hurt and anger spread across her face.
I gave her a few minutes to let my plan sink in, yet she still didn’t move an inch. Maybe she thought I would renege on my promise to let her stay alone.
I would not have. If she wants to lash out at me, I will allow it once. Lately, her feelings mattered to me.
I reached out and stroked the top of her head. My voice was pleasant. She at the very least deserved that much from me.
"Kitten, I know you're upset and trying to hide your anger. I can read your body language, pet. I want you to understand that this is for the best. Trust me, you don't want me to father your children. I am a killer, and my moral compass is lower than pond scum.”
She looked at me with a mixture of sadness and rage brewing in her fiery green eyes.
“Why would you have to have my tubescutand tied? I am on birth control. You know, the implant you forced upon me the second night I was with you, remember?”
I wrapped my arms around her waist, squeezing gently.
“Pet, I don’t trust any type of birth control. My mother conceived me while taking the pill. I am not one to make mistakes, but having a child is onemishap I will not be careless about. This is the best way to prevent it."
I looked at her compassionately; my tone was low.
"I understand you have the implant in your arm, but I never trusted it. I had it done for preventative measures only, just in case. The first time, I pulled out and took your anal cherry that night because the birth control would not have worked, anyway. The doctor told me I had to wait seven days, and although fucking you in the ass is very pleasant, I will only do it occasionally. My fear of getting you pregnant is the reason I always chose your back door, pet. I would rather bury myself in your pussy, so the tubes must go, sweetheart."
I caressed her arm, trying to calm her. I could see the anger in her eyes. She wasn't fooling me. I knew she was upset, so I stroked her hair tenderly and kissed her forehead. I felt her tremble against me and heard the tears rush forward. For once, I was not excited to see her cry.
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