Page 151 of Sinful Lord

One is family. A man I grew up with. A man who taught me and protected me and loved me unconditionally.

The other is Tytus.

What has he done that can be compared to what Uncle Maks has?

He’s taught you, a tiny voice in my head says. He’s protected you. He loves you.

I give myself a good shake, hoping to come to my senses, but the voice doesn’t leave.

You’ve grown so much because of him. For a brief window, you almost became the woman you dreamed of. If you stayed with him, maybe you could recapture that dream…

My heart lurches and I leap from the bed.

Every word is so dangerous I could run from it… or directly into its thrilling comfort.

Shit.

Do I love Tytus back?

No matter how much I’ve tried to ignore that possibility, it’s the only explanation. Why else would I worry about him so much?

But even the thought of loving him doesn’t completely put my mind at ease. Instead, it only gets everything churning again.

We might never see each other again. Whatever we had, I ripped it apart, and in doing so, I may have torn my own dream to pieces.

A knot grows in the pit of my stomach.

With Tytus, there was at least hope for the future. Even now, I can imagine us running around the world together, jumping from country to country as I paint to my heart’s desire.

If I go back to my family, though, that will never happen. They mean well, but that well-meaning protectiveness is what pushed me away in the first place.

If Rian gets to me first, he will only drag me home. He’ll lock me away, maybe forever, under the guise of my own safety. And he’ll really believe it’s for my own good…

My pumping heart shivers.

But isn’t that exactly what Tytus has done?

Glancing over to the bedroom door, I curl my toes into the carpet. Then, I look up to where I know his camera is watching.

If only those were the only objects trapping me. But it’s not just the locks or the cameras that Tytus uses to box me in. My captivity to him is far less defined than that.

He wanted to put a baby in me.

Placing my hand on my belly, I remember how he ripped his cock out of my pussy, even as I begged him to fill me up.

He didn’t. He wouldn’t. Not without my permission.

Hell, even this bout of captivity is partly my choice. Same goes with the last one. I convinced Tytus to leave. I accepted the consequences and precautions that would come with him going out into that big, scary world.

Even then, I remember the guilt I saw in his silver-blue eyes.

He knows I don’t belong in a cage. He doesn’t want to put me in one. But we both knew it was for the best, even if it didn’t feel like it. And unlike Rian, Tytus is actually spending our time apart to take care of the threat that keeps me locked away.

Shit.

I don’t know what to think.

Has Rian changed? Has Tytus?