Chapter Twenty-Two
Kady
“Oliver, please,” I beg, tears streaming down my face as I struggle against his grip. He drags me from the bedroom, through the living room, and into the kitchen. My eyes lock onto the rope looped around each leg of the table and I whimper as I shake my head. My heart thunders in my chest and when I start to fight him harder, he smacks me across my face.
“Do as you’re told, sweetheart,” he growls, the last of his patience slipping away as he meets my eyes and I wince. God, I hate when he calls me “sweetheart”. His nostrils flare and he wraps his fingers around my throat before wrestling me onto the top of the dining room table. Two loops of rope are quickly secured around my ankles before he moves to my hands and ties them down, too. My heart pounds and sweat trickles down the side of my face as he double checks the knots before turning away from me and lighting one of the burners on the stove.
A chill sweeps through me as my stomach churns violently. I start shaking my head and pulling at my ropes as tears streak down the sides of my face.
“Oliver, whatever you’re thinking of doing. Please don’t.”
He pulls a long metal rod with a “B” on the end out of his bag on the counter before turning back to me as he twirls it between his fingers. “What do you remember about last night, Kady?”
“You came home from work,” I whisper, my mind racing over the events of last night. “And we had dinner before watching some TV…”
And then you raped me again.
“And then?” he asks, arching a brow.
“We had sex.”
He shakes his head as he moves the end of the rod over the flame. “No, Kady. After that.”
“We went to sleep?”
“Yes, and do you know what happened after we went to sleep?”
I stare at him as he twirls the rod over the flame, searching for the answer he wants but I’m coming up empty. Shaking my head, I look back at the ceiling.
“I don’t know.”
His lip curls in disgust as he looks over his shoulder at me. “You were crying in your sleep again last night. You called out his name.. again and again and again.” He turns back to the stove. “So now I have to do something to always remind you who you belong to.”
“It didn’t mean anything, Oliver,” I mutter, the lie painful to even say as an image of Noah pops into my mind. It’s been three months since he abandoned me but it still hurts just as much today as it did the first night I cried myself to sleep in this apartment. Oliver turns so he can glare at me.
“It didn’t mean anything? You were laying in my bed, crying over a man that left you months ago. Did you really think that wouldn’t hurt me, Kady? So, like I said, I have to do something to make sure you never forget who you belong to now.”
“I know who I belong to,” I force out through the bile rising in my throat as I fight back a sob. “You don’t have to do this.”
He flashes me a sympathetic look as he pulls the metal away from the flame. After inspecting it, he turns to me with a smile, a sadistic gleam in his eyes. “I think this is ready. Here we go.”
“Oliver, no,” I whisper, struggling harder against the ropes as he steps up to the edge of the table and runs his hand over my hair before grabbing a chunk of it and pulling. I let out a squeak of pain.
“Be a good girl and hold still.” He positions the poker over my skin, making sure the “B” is facing the right way before he slowly lowers it and presses it into my skin. Pain rips through me as a sizzling sound fills the room and I throw my head back and scream as the scent of my own burning flesh fills my nose.
“Kady!”
I jerk forward in bed, screaming as I scratch at the scar on my hip and tears drip down my face. Noah grabs my hands and pulls me into his arms, holding me tightly to his chest until I calm down a little bit.
“Jesus Christ, baby. I don’t know what the hell you were dreaming about but I’m not sure I want to know. I’ve never heard a sound like that in my goddamn life.”
I cuddle into him, relief slowly washing through me. “What was it?”
“A scream that will haunt me forever.”
“It was a memory,” I whisper as a shudder rocks through my body. “Of the night he branded me.”
“Fuck,” he rasps, pulling me closer as he massages the back of my head and presses his lips to my forehead. But one isn’t enough. He kisses me again and again, peppering kisses along my face as he works his way down to my lips. When he connects with mine, I sigh before a sob bubbles out of me and the relief washes through me.
“You’re okay,” he whispers in between increasingly desperate kisses. “I’m never going to let him hurt you again. I promise.”
“Noah,” I gasp through my tears, clinging to his body. He pulls me on top of him and wraps his arms around me before one hand snakes up into my hair and his tongue teases my lips. Our kiss quickly goes from comforting to needy but no matter what I do, the images from that night in the apartment play like a movie in my head. I rip my lips from his.
“Make me forget, Noah. Please.”
He searches my eyes for just a second before he nods and rolls me to my back. As he meets my eyes again, he reaches between us and brushes his fingers over my clit. My body arches off the bed and I moan. He echoes me as he sinks a finger into me and slowly drags it in and out a few times before adding a second. I gasp, gripping the sheet beneath me as he expertly sets every nerve ending in my body on fire. The lightest touch of his lips on my breast pulls another gasping moan out of me.
“Please,” I beg and he groans as he wedges himself between my thighs and lines his cock up with my entrance. I shudder, thankful that we both went to bed naked last night so there’s nothing between us because right now, I’m desperate and far too impatient to wait for either one of us to strip. Leaning down, he presses his lips to mine and I grasp his face in both hands as he slowly sinks into me. I gasp, my eyes rolling back as I drop my head back and he groans.
“How’s that, baby?”
I nod. “Good. Don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he hums as he finds a steady, slow rhythm that is exactly what I need right now and kisses a path down my neck. I cling to him, gripping his strong shoulders as his cock thrusts into me again and again, hitting just the right spot to clear my mind and defeat all my demons. His teeth sink into my skin and I cry out as I dig my nails into his back.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans before pulling back and pushing my knees down on the mattress. “Reach down and play with your pretty pussy.”
Moaning, I do as he says and sweep my fingers over my clit. Pleasure bombards me and I can’t focus on one sensation over the other, both of them mixing together to fuel my release. He stares down at where we’re connected as he hooks his arms under my knees and grabs my hips, pulling me toward him each time he thrusts forward and I scream, abandoning my task as I move my hands up to my hair.
“Noah,” I gasp as the pressure builds and he groans again as his eyes briefly close before opening again to lock on mine. Gritting his teeth, he pins me to the bed with his stare as he makes a primal noise that sends chills racing across my skin as my pussy clenches. “Oh my god. I need it, baby. Make me come.”