Page 70 of Betrayed

I’m too weak to help much, but he does it all, extracting me from the now-ruined dress and helping me out of the crazy harness with the golden ring around my clit.It’sall sticky from my honey andI’mmore than glad to get it off.

As soon asI’mfinally naked,Connorhelps me into the tub.Isigh in delight as the sweet smelling, warm water surrounds me.Itfeels so good on my aching body and too-full breasts!

“There now, baby.”Connorkneels beside the tub. “Howdo you feel?”

“Better,”Iadmit. “Butmy hair’s going to get all wet.”

“Here.”Heleaves for a minute and comes back with a hairclip—maybe one of his sister’s?Anyway, he twists my hair up on top of my head and clips it in place.ThenIcan really relax andIdo, sighing contentedly.

“All right now, let’s get you clean.”Connortakes a big, puffy sponge and begins to wash me.Ithink about protesting thatIcan do it myself, but honestly,Idon’t feel like it.AndIkind of like being taken care of.

“Thank you,”Imurmur as he washes me. “Oh!”Becausethe sponge is sliding over my too-full breasts.

“I’m going to help you with those in a minute, baby,”Connorpromises. “Andnow that you’ve got a breeding belly, your breasts should stop producing nectar for a while.”

That’s good news to me—I’mtired of feeling like my breasts are too full and sensitive and being sticky all the time.

Connor finishes washing me and lets me soak in the tub for a while.Hegets me a glass of cold apple juice that’s pretty much the best thingI’veever tasted.Itquenches my thirst and makes me feel refreshed.

At last he takes me out and dries me off, paying special attention to my breasts and my rounded belly.Ican’t help thinking that this is how he would treat me ifIwas pregnant…which seems like a distinct possibility in the near future, considering how he bred me.WhatwillIdo if it turns outI’mcarrying his baby?

At this point,Ijust don’t know.

Connor wraps me in a big, fluffy towel—one of those really enormous ones they call a “bath sheet”—and carries me into the bedroom.WhenIprotest thatIcould walk on my own, he says,

“Why should you whenIcan carry you?”

He places me down on the bed and tells me to relax a minute while he takes a shower.

I agree and he leaves me for five minutes and comes back with a towel wrapped around his waist and damp hair.Waterdroplets are beading on his broad shoulders and muscular chest.Itreminds me of how he looked that first night at my house and howIcouldn’t stop staring at him.

“You look amazing,”Isay frankly. “Imean,Ireally like the new haircut.”Igesture to his hair, which is considerably shorter than it was whenIfirst met him.

“Oh yeah…”Helaughs and shrugs. “Ilet it get long in prison butIfiguredI’dbetter cut it beforeImet with my company’s board for the first time in three years.”

“You own a whole company?”Iask, raising my eyebrows.

He shrugs again, as though it’s no big deal.

“LowellEnterprises.It’sbeen in my family for generations.”

“You said you’d tell me more about your family,”Iremind him. “Imean…if you want to.”

“I do.”Hesits on the bed beside me. “Youdeserve to know everything after the wayIlied to you.I’mso sorry about that,Sunny.Ishould have been up-front with you in the beginning.”

“Yes, you should have,”Isay, because it’s true. “Istill don’t understand why you lied and pretended to beKane, though.”

Connor sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

“It started as a way to keep myself occupied in prison.Abouta week afterImoved intoKane’scell,Isaw your letter in the trash.Iwas bored and curious and he clearly didn’t give a shit what happened to it soItook it out and read it.”

I try to remember whatIwrote in that letter but it’s impossible—Iwrote so many over the years, just praying that my big brother would make contact with me.

“So…you liked my letter?”Iask tentatively.

“I more than liked it.”Kanetakes one of my hands in his. “Baby, your letter felt like a ray of light in that dark, dirty cell.Itwas likeIwas drowning and you threw me a lifeline.”Hesighs. “Iwanted to write back butIwas afraid ifItold you whoIwas—just some random guy who was your brother’s cellmate—you’d thinkIwas weird and creepy.”

“Well…Iprobably would have,”Iadmit. “Itwould be scary to get a letter from prison from a complete stranger.”

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