11
Emma Lia Grant
What a motherfucker.
I can’t believe that he had Claudia in his bedroom. And right next to my bedroom of all places. If he wanted to fuck her, he could have at least done it in herbedroom.
I want to yank every hair out of that bitch’s head, but even more I want to twist Tristan’s balls until they separate from hisbody.
Fury and resentment swirl inside me, scorching every fiber within my body, but mostly the ones in the center of my chest. Which is so fucking stupid.I’mso fucking stupid. I shouldn’t feel anything but hatred for this man. He’s my captor. My blackmailer. My Dominant. He enjoys using me and fucking me and hurtingme.
He spent the last week telling me that I was his. And I spent the week warming up to the idea. I was growing fond of him. I felt a connection growing between us. I was even beginning to feel like I actually could be his. But that’s what a good Dominant does, right? He convinces a submissive that she belongs tohim.
I’m jealous of him being with another woman. And it’s absurd. To feel any kind of attachment to the man who is blackmailing me into sex is the stupidest thing that I’ve ever done in my life. But I’m also fucking pissed as hell too; he’s putting my health at risk by fucking someoneelse.
I feel so ignorant for thinking that I was the only woman in his life. I feel foolish for caring that I’mnot.
I have to get out ofhere.
I’ve made all of three steps toward the closet when Tristan comes into my room. “Bebelle…” I ignore him, and he follows me into the closet. “Bebelle…”
“I am not your doll, so don’t call me that anymore.” I wish he hadn’t given me that endearing name. It’s only made me bend more easily to hiswill.
“You will always be mydoll.”
My eyes sting and that pisses me off. I can’t cry over this motherfucker. “I’m no one’s toy to play with,Tristan.”
“Will you please stop and listen tome?”
“No. The quicker I change clothes, the quicker I can be out of here and be on my wayhome.”
“You aren’t leaving,” hesays.
I whirl around to face him. “Are you going to hold me captiveagain?”
“I’m going to do what I must to keep you here while Iexplain.”
“I don’t want to hear yourlies.”
Tristan wraps his arms around my waist and hoists me over his shoulder, carrying me to the bed and tossing me in the middle. He crawls over me and restrains my wrists above my head. “You’re going to listen to me whether you want to ornot.”
“Wanna bet,motherfucker?”
He doesn’t even make an attempt to block my knee when it collides with hisgroin.
“Oooh… fuuuck.” He instantly rolls off of me into the fetal position. “Ugggh!”
I scramble away from him on the bed. “Fuck you, Tristan Broussard. Fuck.You.”
I dash into the closet and yank my gown over my head. I pull on the first shirt that I reach, followed by a pair of jeans. No bra. No time forthat.
I’m pushing my foot into a sneaker when Tristan bear-hugs me from behind and carries me to the bed again, repeating the same process except this time I’m tossed onto the bed facedown. “I told you that you’re going to listen to me, and you’re goingto.”
I fight but it’s no use in this position. I’m pinned against the bed. And he hasme.
“You’re out of your mind if you expect me to stay afterthis.”
He grabs the back of my neck and pushes me down against the mattress so hard that I don’t have a chance in hell of freeing myself of his hold. “I didn’t fuckClaudia.”
