Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
If I did, I wouldn’t be the man that she wanted.
My girl craved a firm hand, and that’s what I was going to give her.
I stood next to her bed with one hand flat on her pillow, just barely allowing my thumb to touch her cheek as I leaned over and spoke just loud enough I knew she could hear me. “Do you want a chance to apologize, babygirl? Or are you going to take your punishment?”
“I don’t have anything to apologize for.”
My other hand moved under her blankets to her ankle and squeezed. Not enough to hurt her, just so she knew exactly where my hand was. “Are you sure about that?”
“I don’t think it’s unreasonable to want answers.” Her voice broke.
“Oh it’s not. I even told you I’d answer any question you have, but that last one wasn’t a question, was it? It was an accusation. You think that I’m the type of man who would leave you chained up in some gilded cage. After everything?”
My hand moved from her ankle to her inner thigh, pushing her legs apart.
“Every other man has.”
“I am not every other man in your life.” I pushed my hand up between her thighs and felt her wet pussy.
“I…” Her voice was trembling.
“No, it’s too late for apologies now, princess. Let me tell you exactly how this is going to work. You are mine. Body and soul. That means when you’re out of this hospital bed, we are going to march to the nearest church, and you are going to be a good girl and say I do.”
She gasped as I slid one finger into her tight little cunt.
“If you’re a bad girl, then I’m going to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you until I break you.”
“Reid.” My name on her lips sounded more like a prayer than a plea.
“As far as what you do in between those times, you only have to follow a few rules. You will never be somewhere that I don’t think is safe. You will never let another man touch you. And you will never go a single day without sharing your gift with the world. I don’t care if you do charity events or if you work for a world-class orchestra. Your music deserves to be heard by the world.”
I pushed harder on her clit, ramping her up and making her back bend a little, and if she wasn’t such a brat, I would have let her come.
I probably would have lifted the hospital gown and licked her until she screamed my name, letting every single person in the hospital know what was going on in this room.
But that would have been a reward. I didn’t reward bad behavior.
I pulled my hand away from her just before she reached her climax, and she let out a pained groan.
“Any other questions, princess?” I asked, licking my fingers clean.
CHAPTER 37
CHARLOTTE
Isat straight up in bed, my heart hammering in my chest and the rapid beeping of my monitor at my side.
My room was dark and peaceful.
The only sound was the storm raging outside.
That must have been what woke me.
I took a few deep breaths, calming my heart rate, and the machine stopped beeping all on its own.
The rain pelted the windows, and a flash of lightning lit up my room.
It’s just a storm. No reason to worry.
I lay back down on the thin mattress, resting my head on the pillow Olivia had brought me because, according to her, thin hospital pillows were the devil’s invention.
Thunder rolled through the air again, a loud crack of pressure.
I closed my eyes, willing sleep to come.
Another flash of lightening and another crack of thunder, but there was something else.
A different noise like a shuffling, and then the creak of my door opening.
Probably a nurse coming to take more blood or check on the monitor.
Or Reid coming back in.
He had been by my side constantly, even when I asked for some time to think, he’d propped his feet on my bed and said I had all the room I needed for thought.
It took some convincing, but eventually, he’d left to shower and change. Still, I knew he wouldn’t stay away long, preferring to sleep in the chair next to my bed.
I sat up, prepared to greet whoever had come into my room when a black canvas bag was forced over my head. The monitor started screeching as I clawed at the hands holding the bag tight around my neck.
“Shut that thing off,” a gruff and slightly accented voice said, before my IV was ripped out and the sensors taken off my body.
Hands grabbed at my arms and legs and hauled me off the bed.
I fought with everything I had, kicking and punching out, but it wasn’t enough.
My bare feet hit solid muscle, and soon I was put in some kind of chair and strapped down.