“Come for me, baby. Go ahead…”
As I tense with the impending torrent of bliss, something sharp pricks the skin beneath my ear.
Aiden leans over and whispers, “You’re going to want to be asleep for this.”
Waves of my orgasm wash over me as tingles overtake every cell in my body. Until I go numb…
Then succumb to the darkness.
Pain.It’s everywhere.
Not sharp, but dull and aching. Muscles tender and skin stinging with discomfort.
Warmth covers me as I attempt to blink heavy eyelids. The visions in front of me are blurred and shifting. A heavy white blanket covers my body.
I’m still in the dungeon, that I know. I cansmellit.
My mouth is arid, begging for a drink. And it’s strange, but I think I can even taste a drop of moisture. Eventually, I get my head to move and spot a bottle of water. Some food. And other things on a tray next to the bed.
A deep groan of relief hits me as I realize I’m not bound anymore. But still…
Somethinghurts.
Leather creaks around my neck. When I raise my hands, I hit the lock of my old collar.
Tightening my abs, I attempt to sit and whimper with agony. Headache. Armshurt, and even my fingers are stiff. Stiff…with something.
I finally wake enough to stare down at myself, still naked.
But bound to my left hand, on my ring finger, is a gold wedding band. Shining and unrepentant in its vow. When I attempt to remove it, I gasp. It feels…gluedto my bone. Every tug takes some skin with it.
“Asshole,” I sneer.
Worse…that’s when I see a puncture in my upper arm. Still red and sharp. A wound that’s been closed with a few black sutures.
Fingers lift to feel around, frantically searching the area.
I lose my breath.
He cut out my birth control.
A deep and deranged voice rings through the space as Aiden speaks through the iron bars of the door.
“Congrats, Mrs. Cardell… You’re about to become a mother.Again.”
thirty-three
“What do you mean?”
Cold stones cut into the soft soles of my feet as I teeter toward the door on shaky legs. The look in Aiden’s eyes grows sadistic. And demented. Shadows settle into the hollows beneath his prominent cheekbones, giving him a demonic appearance.
Aiden’s terrifying. Which stirs me into a frenzy to fight back.
“What was rule number three?” he grits out, lips carved into a strange smile.
My fingers curl around the cold iron bars in the wooden door. “I don’t remember,lord. There are too many to keep track of. And you’re a brute, so maybe I’m not going to follow any of them.”
Despite the force behind my words, I shiver. Not simply from the chill of the air wafting through the cracks in the dungeon walls. Usually, I can anticipate what the man in front of me will do. I like to press his buttons to get a response. But now?