Chapter 43

There’s nothing behind those pale eyes except calm, and I was wrong to think someone like him would feel anything for a woman being broken and tearful. It’s not a deterrent, and he probably wants to get it out and over and done with, so I will open my legs and let him finish what he was doing. He’s calculated enough to know it’s the fastest way to resume things.

“You did, on the floor. Leave me alone. I’m going to bed.” I try to deflect, but when I try to get up, he pushes me back down harshly, in no mood for games and in no rush to let me go. I curse him internally and wipe another flood of tears from my cheeks, my body sagging with emotional fatigue, and I have lost all cravings for hot sex now.

“You belong to me… if someone hurt you, then I want to know. I’ll take care of it.” Deadpan and completely serious. I blanch at him in stupefaction and then start to laugh manically, disbelievingly, and rather insanely.

“Yeah, sure, Dahling, go find some fucking bastard w