Page 72 of Die For Me

“How are you feeling?” he asked softly, getting closer to me on the bed.

A tear streamed down the side of my face.

“I’m not sure what’s going on, Michael,” I whispered, struggling to sit up.

He sighed loudly as I sat up to lean against the wall.

“Well, Hana. I realize what you must think of me after what Jackie told you. I needed to show you that I’m not that man anymore.”

I didn’t know if Michael realized it or not, but fucking kidnapping me and tying me up again wasn’t making a very good impression.

“So itistrue?” I asked wearily.

He rubbed his forehead, seemingly with frustration, before he looked at me.

“I didn’t know who I was until I met you, Hana. I did some terrible things in my past. I was a broken man and you fixed me. Until you left me,” he explained, his gray eyes dark, and not just because of the lighting. “And then that man came back. But I’m not capable of things like that when I’m with you.”

My heart felt like it was literally breaking. The man of my dreams wasn’t real—he was a facade used to hide a monster from me for all those months. And I had cried over him for weeks while he was out there mutilating an innocent woman.

“Michael.” I started to cry. “You don’t need me in order to be a good man. You don’t need me to redeem yourself.”

His jaw began to clench. I realized my hands were shaking as I wrung them together. I feared he was going to hurt me the way he hurt Jackie.

“Please don’t hurt me.” I started to sob into my hands at the mere thought of Michael doing anything to me; it would be more heartbreaking than anything.

“Hana.” He put his hand to my shoulder, and I flinched, which only made me cry more. “I’m not going to hurt you, baby. I would never,” he whispered before putting his lips to my shoulder.

I tried to calm myself down. I needed to get out of this situation. I needed to fight, either with kindness or by outsmarting him.

“Baby, this rope hurts me.” I looked up at him, holding up my hands, my eyes burning as I stared into his concerned eyes.

He shook his head knowingly at me. “I can’t have you hurting yourself, Hana. I can’t let you leave,” he responded sharply as he got off the bed and stood.

“I’m not going to leave. Why would I leave you? You’re perfect.” I lifted my hands to him. “I won’t hurt myself, I promise. I just…keeping me tied up like this, against my will? Are you really going to keep me like this?”

I saw his mind working as he stared at me with his hands on his hips. Of course I wanted to leave. Hewasgoing to hurt me, I was sure of that. I didn’t know when he would snap, so I needed to think quickly.

“Hana.” He knelt down beside the bed, his voice calm and quiet. “I would love to keep you like this, but I’m not going to. But you need to earn my trust again, my love. I know what you’re thinking—you hate me right now. But I know for a fact that even when you hate someone, you’ll spread your fucking legs for them.”

His eyes were boring into me, a glare that I had only ever seen at the house in Greenwich.

“I don’t hate you,” I responded, my voice shaky.

He smiled at me. “Good. So you’ll obey me then, won’t you, baby?”

“Of course, sir.” I nodded.

He licked his lips. “There’s my good girl.” He stood and began to unbutton his jeans. “I’m going to fuck you and plant my seed in you. Every. Fucking. Day.”

Wetness pooled between my thighs, an ache for him that would always be there. I hated myself. His cock sprung free before he removed his shirt in one quick motion, revealing every glorious part of him. He grabbed my feet and forced me onto myback. He hovered over me and put his lips to my shoulder then my neck, making me squirm.

“I’m going to make you mine again, Hana. Once I put a fucking baby inside of you, you’ll never be able to leave.”

Tears welled in my eyes again, but before I could process what he had told me, he lifted my legs and plunged himself inside of me.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. You’re a fucking whore, aren’t you? You’re so scared and so fucking wet for me,” he moaned, pumping quickly.

His cock hit my g-spot perfectly. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of me coming so quickly so I tried to hide it. I bit my lip as I moaned, clenching my eyes shut.

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