“Lucius, please let’s just…” I started to say before he interrupted me as he came even closer, causing me to edge my way around the table trying to keep it between us.
“And looked what fucking happened!”
“Calm down, Lucius,” I told him as his eyes started to change, only this time it was two pools of crimson sun that were staring back at me. That’s when all that calm cool shell of his totally evaporated, and I knew it was from weeks and weeks of this building up.
“Calm down?! You think that I have had one fucking chance to calm down this whole time! Fuck sake, Amelia, the one and only time I felt anything close to fucking calm was when I saw you yesterday before having your hand in mine!” I sucked in a quick breath and said,
“What did you expect me to do, Lucius, I saw you kissing my fucking mother for Gods’ sake!” At this he roared and flipped the table between us making me scream as it smashed against the wall. I raised my hands up to prevent anything from touching me, but this wasn’t a problem as Lucius was right there in front of me.
“No! Put me down!” I demanded the second I found myself over his shoulder, hitting his back as if this would help. Then long strides later I felt myself falling the moment he bent forward, making me cry out in surprise before landing on the bed, bouncing twice as I did. After this I quickly felt my wrists being shackled by his hands before I had chance to use them to aid my escape from the bed. Then my arms were being pinned above my head and suddenly my leather belt was being tugged from my waist.
“Lucius, what are you…?”
“Silence!” he snapped as he yanked the length from under me, jerking my body. A second later and his intentions became obvious, as he wrapped it around my wrists with speed. He bound my hands and then tied me to the wooden spindles on the bed frame.
And it was only once I was unable to go anywhere, that he took a breath and sat back on his knees. I swallowed down a lump put there by both fear and lust and took in the sight of him, wisely doing as I was told by keeping quiet. He continued to take large purposeful breaths, obviously needing to ease his demon. And after making a point to look at my bound wrists, he finally spoke,
“There…”
“Now I am fucking calm.”
Chapter 25
Bound to Love
I tugged on my arms, discovering there was no give and now that he had calmed down, I let my own anger show through.
“Great, so glad I could help with that one!” I snapped, jerking once more at my bound wrists to make my point. One he didn’t look to take seriously.
“Now, I ask of you Amelia, how would you have felt being in my position had I been the one to run from you, run from the love you had tried to so hard to convince me of feeling…how would you have felt had I been the one to run before giving you the chance to explain?” At this I turned my head away, hating that he could be right…because if it was true, which from his actions now, it seemed to be, then how would I have felt? I hated being forced to feel that doubt, one that was just as painful as my own beliefs.
“I see my words are starting to sink in, something that would have sank in a lot sooner had you not run from me and given me the opportunity to explain.”
“You could have just lied to me again, Lucius,” I told him with a grit of my teeth making him release a sigh before shifting so he was now stretched out next to me. Then he started brushing back the loose strands of my hair that had escaped during our tussle before leaning forward so he could smell my hair.
“Yes, and you could have chosen to trust me,” he said, speaking against my hairline before pulling back.
“Trust is earned, Lucius… not demanded,” I informed him, referring to more than our time together but our history as a whole.
“You’re right and will no doubt take me a long time to do so again.” I scowled at him and snapped
“I haven’t lied to you!”
“No, but you ran from me and it will therefore take me a while to trust that you won’t do that again,” he informed me calmly, which only managed to make me angrier than if he had been back to shouting at me.
“Oh, so what, you gonna put me on a leash?!” I snapped making him grin,
“Don’t give me ideas, Pet…” he said putting emphasis on the word before adding,
“…I think you would look fucking sexy wearing a collar with a chain attached from it, to my fist.” I sneered at him and snapped,
“Yeah well, this bitch bites, Lucius, and not in a way you will fucking like!” Then I looked down at his cock, making my point by nodding to his hard erection that was pressing against his jeans. However, having him throw his head back and laugh, had me asking,
“Seriously, you’re Bipolar aren’t you?”
“Around you, starting to feel like it sweetheart,” he commented wryly.
“Let me go,” I demanded, seeing as he seemed to be in a better mood again.
“No… now tell me your fears, and let’s get this done.” So much for good moods, I thought irritably.
“I don’t want to talk about it like this!” I snapped, yanking on my hands, and making the bed shake a little. The corner of his mouth tipped up into a dark grin as he told me,
“I like you like this.”
“Well, I don’t!” I shouted, making him snap back in sight of my anger,
“Yes, well I have just spent eight weeks hunting your ass down and that, Amelia…that, I didn’t like so much!”
“Fine! Then I will just live like this then…can’t wait until I need a pee!” I snapped making him chuckle and making me hiss under my breath,
“Bipolar, asshole.”
“Yeah, well this asshole has you at his mercy, so maybe think about that the next time you want me to feel the sting of venom from your tongue,” he threatened making me scoff,
“What I want is for you to release me so you can feel the sting of my hand as I slap you!”
“Yes, and we always know where that gets you, and sweetheart, if you wanted me to kiss you, then all you need to do is ask…or beg, depending on my mood.”
“I wouldn’t beg you for anything!” I shouted up at him, at the same time raising my head as much as my restraints would allow, so as to put action behind the statement.
“Oh, I bet you would, especially as I have a feeling that my girl has been suffering from the loss of my hands…and my lips…” he said lowering himself to my collar bone and kissing across it after first popping a few of my buttons open, freeing one shoulder. I purposely held back a moan and muttered instead,
“You wish.” Then I felt his knowing grin against my skin before he kissed his way up my neck and along my jaw before coming to my lips.
“No, I don’t wish, I know… for I have felt that same loss, my girl.” He whispered this last part before kissing me. But I refused to participate, which is when he started to coax me to.
“Open up for me, sweetheart.” I shook my head keeping my mouth closed. Because I was angry, and I was hurt and most of all I was confused. But throughout all of these things, I refused him because I knew that nothing would be solved with a kiss, one that would only end up playing on my emotions. So, I held strong, turned my face away and said,