Page 97 of Irish Betrayal

She didn’t answer.

His actions bewildered her. It was almost like he got off on his control. He wanted to prove that his baser instincts didn’t rule him. They did.

She could remember years ago when they were working in his office, both of them naked, “To learn how the human body moved and reacted to certain stimuli.” He would be aroused then too.

There were times when he would touch her or have her touch him. Peter would climax, but Blair always thought he seemed reserved afterward, like maybe he regretted doing that with her.

It saddened her to realize that she had loved him more because he was trying so hard to be careful with her feelings.

Insanity, plain and simple. Blair felt so disappointed in herself. Knowing he had tricked and groomed her didn’t help.

She felt the tip of one of his fingers move ever so slightly over her left nipple and felt him hardening against her side. There was no pretending she was still sleeping, because her entire body stiffened in dread.

“I know you’re awake, my girl,” Peter said, his head resting on the pillow beside her.

Blair didn’t dare turn her head. Instead, she asked politely, “May I have something to drink and eat? And a bathroom break? Please.” She didn’t have to pee, probably from dehydration, but she did desperately want to stretch her arms and legs. Being tied, even though it wasn’t painfully tight, was making her limbs ache with pins and needles.

“Not yet. You can last longer without. I wouldn’t let you die,” he chuckled humorously before sitting up. “Maybe starvation will kill that pesky cyst.”

The way he emphasized you and cyst had the hair on her arms standing on end. He flung the sheet off her lower body before straddling her hips.

“St…st…stop, Peter. Please stop,” Blair begged, struggling to free her hands. He looked like he could murder her.

“Tell me you love me,” he roared, spittle flying from his mouth.

Blair opened her mouth to say she did, her brain telling her to say anything he wanted, but her voice refused to comply. To say those words to that monster was too abhorrent, too far past her ability to lie—but she had to.

“I…I…I—” Peter slapped her across the face before she could get it out and then hit her a second and third time.

“Stop! Why?” she wailed.

Peter grabbed her face; only one of her eyes was open enough to read his lips, the other fast swelling shut.

“You’re a fucking liar, Blair. I’ve done all this,” he let go to make a sweeping gesture around the room before pounding his chest, “I came for you. I lost my job for you, and you’re nothing but a goddamn whore.”

All Blair could repeat was, “No, no, no, no, no!” In her struggle, she felt one of the cuffs start to give way.

“Give me the truth, you unthankful child! You are pregnant! I already know you aren’t a virgin!”

Peter’s face was bright red, and the muscles in his neck were straining from his anger. He had to be screaming from the contortions of his face. She prayed there was a neighbor in this building that cared enough to call the police.

He grabbed her face roughly, causing her teeth to cut into the inside of her cheeks. The metallic taste flooding her mouth made her gag and cough.

“Do you know how I know, my girl? I drugged you last night, though I might have overdosed you a bit,” he grinned, completely unhinged.

The memory of Peter waking her to give her a drink flashed before her eyes again.

“I wanted you awake, but no matter.” He held up his right hand, all the fingers curled in except his middle and pointer.

Cognitive thought began to connect the dots. He knew she’d been lying. He knew she wasn’t a virgin. He knew she was pregnant. Those fingers…

He chuckled. “I gave you an exam while you dreamed of your sweet Daniel. I didn’t want to, but once my fingers found no barrier, they just kept sawing in and out of you. I think you liked it, if I’m honest.”

Blair shut her eyes so she wouldn’t have to know anymore, but he slapped her again, this time on the other side. She felt blood dribbling down her chin, but she opened her good eye as much as she could.

“You were my daughter, or as good as.” He traced her breasts, momentarily entranced by them. “I raised you. You have been mine almost half your life. I never wanted you like this,” he motioned to his erection. “I only wanted to pet my good girl. Have you by my side, but it seems there is no reason to treat you any different than Mindy. Sluts have their place too.”

Blair thought Peter was going to hit her again, but his head whipped to the side, and he froze.