Chapter Six
Maeve
I had promised myself I wasn’t going to be curious about Draven.I knew his name now.He didn’t have to tell me, and he spent so long not being anyone important.I feel like I am losing my mind right now.The bruises around my neck are a stark reminder of what my family was capable of.
I thought I knew who my family was.The horrible truth was, I didn’t know a damn thing.They were not really my family.
Fear ran down my spine when I thought of how quickly my life could have ended the other day.Draven saved me and brought me home.He showered me.Fed me.I had slept in his bed, and when I woke up, I was in his arms.
I’d waited for that horrible feeling to consume me that made me want to leave, but it never came, not even for a moment.I had enjoyed being in Draven’s arms.I felt safe.
It was then I realized I had never felt safe, not since I had discovered what was going to happen to me.My family had told me to get over it.They hadn’t cared.I was just a meal ticket to them.My life for theirs, and yet they still attempted to kill me.Tears filled my eyes when I thought about it.
I sit on the window ledge of my bedroom window and look out across the garden, where Draven is.Maybe I’m suffering with some kind of Stockholm syndrome or something, because I can’t help but think back to that shower when he took care of me.His hands didn’t linger in inappropriate places.He washed me, removing the blood that had stained through to my skin.I loved the way his fingers ran through my hair, and it kind of made me wish I hadn’t cut it.It had been an act of defiance to my parents, cutting off my hair, but they hadn’t cared.
Draven was talking to the gardener, and his sleeves were rolled up, but then it was hot.I feel myself heating up.
What would it be like to truly be owned by this man?He had saved me.Sure, he had taken me, but he’d not hurt me in any way.I lived a life like a princess—an owned princess.My life belonged to him, and Draven could do anything he wanted to me, yet he had done nothing.Why?
I watched as he came back into the house, and I felt arousal rushing through my body at the thought of being owned by him.I wanted his hands on me again.
Climbing off my window shelf, I leave my bedroom behind and make my way downstairs, coming to a stop when I see Draven.
“I’m about to call for lunch,” he said, stopping when he caught sight of me.“Care to join me?”
“Sure.”
I’m trying to act casual.I’m wearing a simple white summer dress, with straps wide enough to cover my bra straps, but it only falls to my knees.
Draven walked into his office, holding the door open for me, and I walked past him and to one of the sofas.He has two, on either side of a coffee table.Near the main window sits his desk.
“How are you?”Draven asked.
It’s nice to know his name.“I’m good.”
Draven sits down opposite me, and I can’t help but watch him.His gaze is on me as well.
“How old are you?”I asked.
“Thirty-five.”
“Wow,” I said.
“Does my age bother you?”
