“She knows I’d never do that.”
Turning to face her, I saw the knowing look in her eyes.
“Will she, though? Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done it.”
Her brows furrowed in confusion, and I leaned forward, placing my hands on the footboard.
“Tell me I’m wrong,” I said with a smirk.
Anger blazed brightly in her eyes as she glared at me.
“How the fuck would you know?” she said through gritted teeth.
“I know a lot more than you think.”
“You met me a few days ago for a fraction of a second. How would you knowanythingabout me?”
Ignoring her question, I moved over to the bed and sat down, noticing her ankle was swollen. The skin around it was dark purple and inflamed. I reached forward, gently taking it in my hands, and she let out a hiss of pain before pulling it away.
“What happened?” I asked, moving toward the side of the bed.
“Seriously?” she sneered. “What happened?Youfucking happened!”
She pulled her legs into her chest, burying her face between her knees. Silence filled the room as I tried to think of something to say, guilt slithering its way into my chest.
“Is it broken?”
She peered up at me through hooded eyes and shook her head.
“What do you care?” she mumbled.
I sat down on the bed and held out my hand, nodding for her to give me her foot. Hesitantly, she extended her leg and placed it in my hand. Gently, I pressed down, feeling the swollen skin. She whimpered as I turned it left and right, up and down, then in circles.
“Not broken,” I said, “just badly sprained.”
I stood from the bed and headed to the other side of the room, where the bathroom was. Flicking on the light, I walked to the cabinet under the sink and grabbed the elastic bandage from the first aid kit.
As I entered the bedroom, Lila sat with her back against the wall and her hands resting in her lap. She squirmed and refused to look at me, her muscles tightening as I moved closer. I glanced at the dresser and noticed her phone was gone, but I didn’t say anything.
I sat on the bed, pulled her injured ankle into my lap, and massaged it. She tried to pull it away, but I held it in place, ignoring her grumbles and protests. I took the elastic bandage out of its box and wrapped it snugly around her ankle before releasing her. Her leg didn’t move as she looked at me, her brow furrowed as if she was trying to figure me out.
“Where’s the phone, Lila?” I asked, my tone neutral and even.
She fidgeted, pulling herself into a tight ball, and shrugged her shoulders.
“No idea. You had it, not me.”
“Good luck sending out a text or call. There’s no service in here,” I laughed.
Her shoulders fell, and a look of defeat flashed across her face. She let out a yelp as I grabbed her leg and pulled her toward me. The phone slid out from under her, and I grabbed it, placing it in my back pocket. I climbed on top of her, pressing my hands into the bed on either side of her head, our faces only inches apart. The warmth of her breath brushed against my cheek, causing me to shiver.
“Don’t ever lie to me again.”
Fear flashed in her eyes as I leaned in closer, pressing my lips to her ear.
“Be a good girl for me, Lila and you just might get a prize.”
Her body shuddered underneath mine, and my cock strained against my pants. I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, burning like a fire against me. My hands gripped the blanket beneath us as I fought the urge to shove my cock in every one of her holes. With every ounce of strength I had, I pulled myself up and stood next to the bed.
