Page 29 of Bleeding Hearts Duet

“That’s enough.” He slid out from beneath me and pulled away.

I landed in an unceremonious heap on the bed, expecting him to leave. There was a familiar shuffling as he dressed himself. And when he clasped his belt buckle back into place, it had the strangest effect inside of my belly. Warmth.

That warmth was swiftly carried away when he wrapped something rough around my wrist.

“What are you doing?” I demanded.

He didn’t respond. He simply pulled whatever it was taut before walking to the other side of the bed, repeating the action on my other wrist. By the time he was through, both my arms were strung high above my head. I couldn’t move them at all when he stepped away, and my skin prickled with sweat.

“Do you remember when I asked you earlier if you were ready to be redeemed?”

“Yes.” I gulped.

“Well guess what, Brighton?” he snarled. “There isn’t anything you could ever do to be redeemable in my eyes.”

It was the last thing he said before he walked out of the room.

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