"Why?" he asks, like having someone handcuffed to your bed is normal.
My stomach clenches, and my heart rate picks up.Is handcuffing a woman to headboards normal for him?
I should be scared, not wondering about if he’s been handcuffing other women. Ihaven't seen him in two years so he can do whatever he wants. WhatIneed to do is get the hell out of here?
My jaw clenches at how calm he seems while everything in me is boiling. I shake my hands, rattling the chains as I yell, "You're such a fucking psycho, Kieran, because this isn't normal!"
At first, he doesn't say anything, he just takes another step closer toward me, gliding one finger up my leg to my torso. I don’t move, keeping my whole body still as I watch him lightly touching me, transfixed at the movement.
What the hell is happening to me?
Finally Kieran responds to me. "I don’t think you're ready,mo bhanphrionsa."
My chest starts to heave with anger, and I grit out, "Ready for what?"
"To be mine."
“I don’t want to be yours,” I mutter, hoping it’s under my breath. By the wayKieran’s jaw clenches, I can tell he heard exactly what I just said.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, I need to try a new tactic if I want to get out of here. Opening them back up, I look at Kieran, who’s studying me. "Kieran, I need to use the bathroom. Please let me," I plead with him.
He puts his hand in his pocket, pulling out a small key. "Fine. But if you do anything I don’t like, you'll wish you were just handcuffed to the bed."
"Fine," I say, giving him a saccharine smile. I need him to think I’m following his rules.
He undoes the handcuffs and then helps me to stand up from the bed. Gripping my hand, he looks at me. "I mean it, Mia. If you do anything, you will be punished."
A shiver racks my body at the idea of this man punishing me—nope, I can't let his sexiness cloud my mind. I need to get away from him as quickly as possible. Heleads me into the bathroom and I turn to find him standing in the doorway.
"Close the door. I need privacy."
"We’re about to be married. You don’t need any.”
"Kieran! Be serious. Where am I going to go?" I say as I look around the bathroom. It's a small room with literally just a toilet, a small vanity, and a shower stall. I wouldn't be able to hide even if I wanted to. There is no window, so I can't even try to escape from there.
He glares at me, but I can tell he knows I’m right. "Fine. I'll be right out here. Once you’re done, we will get you something to eat. No funny business.”
I don’t say anything, I just close the door on his handsome face.Ugh. I’m so fucking stupid. I sit down on the toilet and as I relieve myself, I try to think of how I can get out of this predicament. I’m just going to have to shove him and hope I’m fast enough toget out the door. Maybe I can make it to a neighbor's house and call the police.
I clean myself up, flush the toilet, and start to wash my hands. Taking a deep breath, I’m able to calm myself now that I have some type of plan. Not a good plan, and there's a high chance that I’m not going to make it out the door, pissing Kieran off in the meantime, but it's still a plan.
"It'll be fine. You've got this. I mean, the man drugged you and is now forcing you to stay with him. Anything has to be better than this," I mutter to myself.
Steeling my spine, I know what I have to do. I open the bathroom door, my eyes darting to the bedroom door. Kieran must follow my gaze because he grunts out, "Don't even think about it,mo bhanphrionsa."
I don’t listen, though. Taking my chance, I sprint to the bedroom door. My hand connects with the knob when I feel his powerful arms wrap around my waist. Helifts me in the air as if I weigh nothing, pulling me into his chest. "I told you not to. You know what happens next. I warned you.”
I don’t even want to know what type of punishment he's thinking of doing, nor do I care. The only thing I can think about is trying to get away. I kick my feet haphazardly, hoping to connect with his legs, but no such luck when he throws me on the bed.
Laying on my back, I try to move, but he grabs my arm quickly before I can pull it away. That’s when I hear it—the click of the handcuff to my wrist.
"I hate you," I say between clenched teeth.
Kieran doesn’t say anything he just stares into my eyes as his hands glide down my thigh. I grit my teeth trying to hold back, but it seems my body has different ideas.
He continues to draw circles on my upper thigh as he slowly moves inwardly, creating goosebumps in his wake. I try to keep my emotions in check, staring up at theceiling.
Kieran doesn’t let up. His other hand slides up to my wrists where the handcuffs are wrapped around them.
