“You’re not leaving again.” I grab his hair, pulling his head back.
He massages the outside of my thighs as he softly says, “I will always come back for you.” Pressing a kiss to my stomach, he whispers, “Find our baby while I make sure we’re all safe.”
How do I tell him I can’t do it? Helene is hellbent on torturing me. She’s never distracted enough for me to search through the house. Even if I did, I don’t even know where to start so I’ve been hiding in the bedroom, the window ledge, or the roof to escape her.
“Can you do that for me, my pretty girl?” he asks, hope lightening his pale green eyes as he stands.
“Yeah, I can,” I lie.
The warmth of his palm glides along my cheek as he softly presses his lips to my forehead. “Good wife.”
Isolation has messed with my head because I blush instead of telling him I’m not his wife.
He slowly walks backwards, smirking like an idiot, then leans against the sink as I turn the shower on. For once, I’m not forced to rush through the motions or stare at the door in fear of Helene barging in while I’m exposed. The first time she did it, she stared at me. The second time, she attempted to strike up a conversation as I covered myself with my arms. When Lennox came, she accused me of fucking him. Now that Kane’s here, he won’t allow her to do it again. Hopefully.
“Fuck,” he groans low in his throat as I bend forward to pick up the body wash.
His steps slam against the tile and I’m roughly tugged backwards by my hips. There’s no other warning as he buries his face between my thighs while slapping my ass. I have to catch myself against the tiles, my fingers slipping against them as the spray beats down on my nape.
“Don’t fucking move,” he moans into me.
My eyes roll back in my head as he painstakingly slowly pushes two fingers into me while teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue. The dichotomy of the slow pace of his tongue compared to the brutal way he fucks me with his fingers works me up faster. My body sways, chasing more of his tongue, less of his fingers—wanting him either way.
I reach behind me, searching for his hair to get more, but he pulls away from me. Can I have one fucking moment where he doesn’t switch personalities on me?
He wraps my hair around his fist, pulls me out of the water, then forces me up on my toes as he fits his lips by my ear. “Play the game, Delilah.”
Helene is watching us again.
He grabs my throat, gritting, “You filthy fucking whore.”
I don’t have to fake my choking when he squeezes harder, pushing two fingers into my mouth.
“Have you forgotten I own you?” He marches me out of the bathroom. The bedroom door is open an inch. It’s too dark to see anyone standing in the shadows, but I can hear the stick tapping as Kane throws me face-first through the thin drapes around the bed. I kick backwards, catching his thigh as he climbs over me while undoing his belt then pulls his zipper down. There’s a pause as he pushes me deeper into the sheets, distorting the sounds in the room. The sheets are covering my ears, amplifying my own heartbeat as they rustle against my hair.
A deathly cold wraps around my ankle and I scream. The sheets absorb it as I continue kicking, thrashing, anything to getit off. Kane is on top of me. It’s not his hand. He’s not the one forcing my legs apart. He’s letting someone else touch me.
The same is done to my other ankle as he lessens the weight against my back.
A click vibrates around the room.
Both of my ankles have been secured in cuffs with something between them, forcing them further apart. The harder I fight the restraints, the further they pull my legs apart.
“Stand back,” he barks. “It is my job to make her obedient.”
Tap.
Step.
Tap.
Step.
It’s Helene.
“Further!” he roars as he kneels between my thighs, covering me. “She is not entertainment. This filthy thing is a means for my power, so move back while I get it.”
He places his palm flat on the bed in front of me, curling his fingers into the sheets, flexing his wrist. It’s fake. This Kane who sees me as nothing more than an agreement between our families is fake. It’s a game, like he said. So I push my face into the sheets, forcing my body to become limp as I hold the cuff of his shirt. And when he roughly pushes inside me in one thrust, I scream out like I’m in pain.
