“That’s it, doll face. You’re being such a good girl for me,” he praises me, and I whimper, my body starting to feel more tired than energized.
“Nooo.” My voice is rough, and my mind is starting to get foggy. I want that high. It was glorious. Like I’m floating upabove the world looking down over an endless ocean of pretty blue water.
“Yes, beautiful. Give me another.”
The sound of his voice has the image disappearing. “Hai?—”
His hand slaps over my mouth once more, and this time, he also covers my nose, taking away my air. My eyes widen, and I try to shake his hand off, but his fingers dig into my cheeks, latching on.
He lowers his face to mine, “I’m wearing you out, beautiful.” His blue eyes are soft as they search mine. “When it wears off, you’ll pass out.”
Panic grips my chest when I try to suck in a breath but can’t.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
I nod the best I can. Blinking, my vision clears, and I feel fresh tears fall from the corner of my eyes. My arms pull on the rope, but I’m losing my fight. Quickly.
“I’m going to make it better, doll face,” he assures me. Then his soft eyes turn hard, and his thrusts turn more forceful. “You’re okay. It’s going to be okay.”
I shake my head, arch my neck, and try to buck him off, but nothing works. A burning sensation begins in my throat, and my body convulses under him as my pussy clenches his dick. A rush like no other flows through my veins, and it feels like the life was just sucked out of me as my heavy eyes fall closed. I hear him saygood girlone last time before everything goes black.
SEVENTY-THREE
HAIDYN
Istand in her bedroom, my arms crossed over my chest, looking at her passed out in the bed while Gavin checks her over.
“Everything sounds good.” He turns to look at me. “She’ll be okay.”
I run a hand down my face.Fucking exhausted. “Thank you for making the trip.”
“Of course.” He walks over to me and slaps me on the shoulder. “You did the right thing.” I told him everything that happened from when I walked into her door to fucking her while taking her breath away. She’s been out for over an hour now.
But I don’t feel like I did the right thing. First, I stabbed her in the chest with adrenaline, and then I forced her to pass out. Usually, we’d both be into that. But neither of us were. I didn’t want to hurt her. Not like that. Not at all. I’m in love with her. She’s my wife. That’s not supposed to mean something in our world, but it does to me.
I walk him out and close the house up behind him. Entering the kitchen, I pick up the spilled wine and broken glass, cleaning everything up for her. After taking out her trash, I pick up myphone off the counter and pull up the contact I want. I stare at it for a few seconds, trying to calm my racing heart. Fuck, I hate this bitch so goddamn much. But this has to be done.
Hitting call, I place the cell to my ear and pace Charlotte’s kitchen.
“Hello, Haidyn.” The woman answers on the first ring. “I knew you’d come around eventually.”
“I want your word,” I demand, ignoring her statement. This is what she wanted.
Her laughter makes the hairs on the back of my neck rise.
“Give me your fucking word!” I bark, not in the mood for her bullshit games right now.
She clears her throat. “You’re not in any position to…”
“You want me? Then you fucking promise me that you don’t touch her!” I know what’s coming. And I’m willing to do what she wants as long as it guarantees my wife is safe.
“You have my word,” she states. “Annabelle won’t be touched.”
I hang up and slam the phone down onto the counter. I was never meant to live a long life. That’s why I never understood why Saint wanted marriage and kids. It’s something he’ll leave behind for others to take care of. And I would trust only a handful of people to care for Charlotte. And when the time comes, I’ll have to make that last call to ensure her safety.
I’m stillin the kitchen when I look up and see her entering. “Good evening, doll face.” I give her a big smile, glad to see her up and walking around.
She looks up at me through her wild dark hair that falls over her shoulder and down the front of her bare chest. Her bloodshot eyes are hard, and her face tight.
