Page 12 of Bones

Bones glances up and sees my expression and chuckles. “Please tell me I’m not marrying the one woman that doesn’t like oral sex.”

I shake my head. “I don’t know. Manny was my first, and he didn’t do that. He thought it was gross.”

He rises to his feet and cups my face. “I will fucking devour your pussy. He was a boy. Soon you’ll find out what it’s like to be fucked by a man. You may not have wanted this, but it’s your life now. And it doesn’t have to be all bad.”

“Will I be kept in the cage?”

He nods. “Yes, when I can’t be here, unfortunately you will need to wait in the cage until I can trust you.”

This is the place where hope goes to die and with one word, he destroyed every ounce I had. You can destroy someone physically or mentally. Keeping a person in the cage will take their will to live. If there’s a more inhumane treatment, I don’t know what it is.

Hanging my head down, my words come out in a small voice barely above a whisper. “I know attempting to steal from you was wrong, and I’m sorry. You could rape me, beat me, or break my bones. There is nothing you could ever do to me that’s worse than putting me in a cage. Bones, please don’t put me back in there.”

CHAPTER NINE

BONES

I know I’m supposed to feel something when I stare at the tears rolling down her cheeks. The sadness in her expression should make me find another way. I’m as broken as the bones I shattered earlier today, because it does the opposite. It makes me fucking feral for her. I want to fuck her with the most animalistic need I’ve ever known, but I can’t. Not yet.

My mother will ask if I’m fucking her, and I need the answer to be no. I guarantee my mom does not know that my father has insisted I take a wife. She’d never agree with it. My parents did not marry for love, and she has always been adamant that her children would never enter into an arranged marriage. This isn’t exactly arranged, but she would look at it the same as if it were. I have never in my adult life lied to her, and I have no intention of starting now.

“Finish up and get dressed. I’ll put clothes on the bed for you.”

After drying off, I head back to the bedroom and pull on a pair of sweatpants. Can I hear her crying from the bathroom? Of course, I can. Instead of telling her that this is really all her fault, I choose to ignore it. I’m sure she knows this already. She’s probably in there beating herself up, as she should be.

Athena comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her gorgeous body, as she stares at the tank top and shorts I put out for her with a glare. A furious glare. I don’t mind it really because pissed off is sexy on her, even if it did catch me off guard.

“I’m not wearing some skank’s clothes.”

Arching an eyebrow at her, I warn, “Watch your mouth. My sister is not a skank.”

Her shoulders relax, as does her face, before her expression turns to a fearful one.

“I’m sorry.”

She walks over to the bed and gets dressed, first by putting the shorts on under the towel, as if I haven’t already seen her naked. As if I won’t be seeing her without clothing again.

“You may want to start thinking before speaking. That sharp tongue is going to get you into trouble. I’m half tempted to let you sleep in the cage tonight, instead of a nice warm bed. Is that what you prefer?”

Athena stands before me, with dried tears on her face now mixing with new ones. She looks fucking delicious in tiny black shorts, and a tight tank top that shows off her pebbled nipples. Her long wet hair hangs past her shoulders, begging for me to wrap it around my fist while I fuck her pretty cunt. Will she cry when I fuck her? Beg for me to stop? Or will she willingly give me what’s mine?

I walk over to her and she backs up until she hits the wall, narrowly missing the mahogany dresser beside her. She trembles slightly, and it makes my desire for her intensify. Brushing my thumbs over her nipples, I lean down and speak into her ear. My voice is low and gravelly, likely telling her how badly I want to be inside her.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you, Butterfly?”

“No,” she squeaks in a shaky voice.

I chuckle softly. “When you marry me, I’ll own you, and I will take you whenever I want to.”

She tries to appear brave. “I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to own people in this country.”

I can’t help the laughter that bubbles out of me. She’s so fucking cute. “Oh, trust me. I do many things that aren’t legal. Owning you will only be one of many.”

Wrapping my hand around her throat, I gaze at her wide eyes, that plump trembling bottom lip, and the need to taste her overwhelms me. I know I shouldn’t because this is how it starts, and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to stop, but she darts her tongue out and licks her lips,and I lose control. Slamming my lips to hers, I forcefully push my tongue into her mouth. I pull back to change my angle, and she bites my bottom lip so hard I taste the copper of my blood.

I stare at her while I run my tongue over the cut on my lip. “Fucking beautiful. I like it when you fight me, Butterfly. How hard will you fight for your ability to breathe?”

I’m not trying to hurt her, but I am attempting to teach her a valuable lesson.

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