Page 26 of Poison Vows

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Each one is harder than the last, more painful and jarring… but for some absurd reason, the more intense the pain, the more I’m horrified at the way I start feeling hot inside me.

“You hate me?” he seethes. “You don’t want my noose of a nickname? What the fuck do you think this is?”

Each strike is like fire licking my buttocks.

“Do you think you have an option when it comes to this? To us?” he demands, his voice like velvet, but his touch, like molten fire, striking relentlessly.

“How dare you think you can end us with those toxic words? Do you think you can ever get back anything you’ve given me? It’s impossible and I will never allow it!” he promises cruelly. “The years you spent lusting for me, wanting me, loving me… it all belongs to me, not you! Don’t get it twisted!”

I can hear my cries, but I can also hear something that sounds like a moan…

The pain is too much, but it’s as if I want more of it.

I don’t tell him to stop.

I don’t even cry for him to let me go, instead I just lie there, taking it because in the spanking, my brain has escaped.

The world has turned upside down.

My breath no longer matters.

Nothing matters at all.

Samuel’s disappearance.

The danger to Grammy.

My mother’s manipulations and lies.

Melissa setting me up.

Being almost raped.

My heartbreak over this man…

Every overwhelming emotion, thought, secret, reality… it fades into nothing as Emmett strikes my ass harder, faster, pushing me past everything and mentally tossing me into an airborne state of being.

My body softens, turning into liquid over Emmett’s thigh.

I feel nothing… everything rushing past me like a fading horror film behind my eyelids.

I don’t know how long it goes on for, but when I come to, Emmett is holding me in his arms as I fall apart, sobbing.

And I’m clinging to him tightly like a koala bear, not daring to let go of this cruel monster. If I could crawl into his skin, I would.

He holds me to him just as tight, soothing me, stroking my hair back from my face, muttering things I can’t understand, but it’s as if I’m someone completely different from before.

My head is silent. Gone is all the noise and mayhem from before.

“Shh, I’ve got you, baby,” Emmett is whispering softly in my ear. “You can let it all go.”

I don’t know when he moved me, but the way he’s holding me now, my body straddling him as he sits on the floor, leaning against the wall, cradling me like a baby, fucks my head up so bad that I don’t know what to think.

“I’m so sorry for dropping the ball last night, baby,” he says gruffly against my ear. “No one will ever harm you ever again.”

I can hear the steely resolve in his promise and my heart breaks even more.

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