She loathes everything about me.
And I didn’t fucking blame her.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Nila
MY WORLD WENT dark.
The blindfold secured around my head.
Kestrel’s fingers were soft and firm as he tied a knot, careful not to catch my hair. Once fastened, he ran his fingers over my diamond collar. “Relax, little Weaver. It will all be over soon.”
Cut chuckled. “Yes, soon you can go to sleep and pretend none of this happened.”
My ears strained for one other voice. The voice of the man who controlled my heart even if he’d thrown it back in my face.Please, come back, Jethro.
But only silence greeted me.
Daniel snickered, licking my cheek. “Time to pay, Weaver.” A moment later, he undid the gag from between my lips and massaged my cheeks to encourage the numbness to recede.
Cut clapped. “It’s time for the Third Debt. Take her, Kes.”
I prepared to spit and bite, but Kestrel suddenly picked me up, scooping my legs out from beneath me and toppling me into his arms as if I were a bride on her wedding night.
I might not be gagged by material anymore, but my terror kept me muted as Kes carried me a short distance and closed a door behind us. Another few strides and he placed me on my feet.
He didn’t speak and didn’t attempt to remove my blindfold.
The awful anticipation stung my very being. My ears ached for the barest of sounds. My wrists throbbed from the tight sash binding me.
Large hands landed on my shoulders.
I tore away from his touch. “Don’t!”
He sucked in a breath, letting me put distance between us. However, he stalked me, stepping in sync, chasing me through the darkness.
Something pressed against the back of my knees.
A bed.
I whimpered, hanging my head.
Kes came closer, his body heat so much warmer than Jethro’s. “Don’t fight me, Nila. Okay? Let me do this. Then it will be over and life can go on.”
Life can go on?
“For you, perhaps. Don’t you see this is the worst punishment for awoman? You’re not just taking what you want from my body. You’re invading my very soul.” Injecting a plea, even though I wanted to spit in his face, I murmured, “Please, Kes. Don’t do this to me. I know you’re a better man than they are. Please, prove me right.” A sob strangled my voice. “Please, don’t do this.”
His hands fumbled with the front of my cheesecloth blouse, swiftly undoing the eyelets and tearing the fabric down the front.
“Wait!” I bowed my head, trying to ward him off like a bull with no horns. He kept me trapped by the bed with no vision to run.
“It’sbecauseI’m a better man that I’m doing this.” He dropped before me to yank the coarse wool from around my hips.
I cried out as cool air licked my itchy skin.
I’m naked.
