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The irony was not lost on me.
“Tell me you understand?” he demanded, continuing to pet her like she was his fucking dog.
“Mm-hmm…”
“Tell me you know how much I love you, and how you’re the most important woman to me.”
“Mm-hmm…”
He reached into his suit jacket, pulling out his gun before waving it in the air. That action instantly made her back away from him.
“I need to hear you say the words. Don’t make me repeat myself again. You know how much I hate that, baby.”
“Yes,” she softly rasped. “I understand, and I know.”
“You know what?”
“How important I am to you, and how much you love me.”
He skimmed his gun down her wounded cheek, and she hissed loudly upon contact before she slowly shut her eyes as if this was a game she hated playing with him. Her fear got him off. It was obvious how much he loved baiting her to react to him, giving him a reason to abuse her.
Whether it was emotionally, physically, or mentally, he enjoyed breaking her down. I knew men like him. They were the worst kind. This kind of animal didn’t give a fuck about anyone but himself.
“Tell me how much you love me, Sloan.”
Her fingernails dug into her skin behind her back. “I love you.”
Laying the barrel over her heart, he added, “With all your heart and soul…”
Through slightly trembling lips, she repeated, “With all my heart and soul.”
“Good girl…” Gesturing his gun to the bathroom, he ordered, “Now, go clean yourself up and get your ass back out there. You have twenty minutes, understood?”
She nodded again, and he turned and left. I quickly backed away, hiding behind one of the columns next to me as he rushed out of the room.
Just when I thought I could start a new life with her…
It was more like my death sentence.
She wiped her lip with the back of her hand, and only then did I notice what she was wearing now that the black cloak and lace mask I saw her in were on the bed. She was dressed in a small black corset top and even smaller panties. She was dressed in thigh-high black stockings with black heels that made my blood burn.
She looked like the whore her husband made her to be for him.
“Great…” she hissed again, shaking her head before lightly touching her cheek. I was sure she had a splitting headache he caused with that strike across her face.
“Just fucking great…” she repeated, annoyed.
She abruptly stood, trying to find her footing as she made her way into the bathroom.
I slowly opened the door, careful not to get her attention. I didn’t exactly know how I was going to get her the hell out of there. It wasn’t like I thought ahead of time. I was only half expecting to find her there.
I didn’t think.
I just reacted.
There was no second-guessing as to where I was going with this because I was suddenly standing behind her as she stood in front of the bathroom sink, splashing water on her face.
Three…
