Page 41 of Betrayed

“Again.”

“You own me!”

His hand wraps around my throat, not squeezing, just claiming.

“You fucking leave something out again,” he snarls, “and I will have you in chains.”

“Please—don’t stop?—”

“You like being fucked hard?” he demands, fucking me harder, deeper. “Like a punishment?”

“Yes,” I choke. “God, yes.”

My orgasm crashes over me, fierce and blinding. He doesn’t stop, keeps thrusting, claiming, grinding into my overstimulated body until I’m begging again.

And then he growls low—animalistic—and comes inside me with a broken cry.

When we collapse, we’re entangled, sweaty, and breathing as if we’ve just survived each other.

And maybe we have.

He pulls the blindfold off, unties my wrists, and flips me over.

“I should’ve tied you up when I had the chance,” he says, staring down at me, gently pulling a strand of hair from my cheek.

I smile weakly. “You just did.”

“No. At my house. My bed.” He groans, lying down next to me. He pulls me in close, his arm so tightly around my side it’s like he wants to fuse our bodies together. “Don’t run again, Erin. I won’t survive it.”

“I won’t,” I whisper. “Like I said, I’m yours.”

And if I’m really his, it’s time for me to prove it to him.

And tell him the darkest truth I have.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Lucian

I hold her as tightly as I can, wishing I could attach her to my chest, carrying her around like a kangaroo baby.

She tells me about the text.

Lovely to see you again, baby sister.

My jaw locks.

I’m going to kill him.

“I’ve called you babygirl.” I kiss the top of her head. “Is that okay? Does it remind you of him?”

“No. God, no.” She shakes her head, her silky hair brushing against my cheek.

“That’s creepy, that he calls you ‘baby sister.’”

I want to say more, to tell her all the terrible things I would do to him, but my words have already made her entire body tense. I’ve hit something, a nerve, a trigger. I can sense I’m closing in on something big.

She’s not ready. I divert.