Page 31 of Such a Bad Girl

I lay contemplating everything as she slept softly, curled against my side, her sweet face pressed against my chest. Those flushed cheeks and sultry pink lips looked as if they belonged to an angel when she slept. No inkling of the terror she could wield.

Didwield.

My body ached from the days of torment, my balls heavier than I’d ever felt them. I hated my arms and legs being shackled, even with the extensionsshe’d added to allow me a little more freedom. Having her so close, yet unable to take her, burned.

Bex shifted against me, covering her mouth as she gave a tender yawn. Her eyes blinked open, focusing on me.

‘Morning, Henry.’

‘Morning.’

Busying herself, she got up and brought the wash basin, brushing my teeth and washing me.

‘Bex,’ I said, looking at her as she wiped the cloth over my collarbone. ‘I understand why you did it. It was all for me. I see it now.’

Tears welled in her eyes as she dropped the cloth, her warm hands scooping my jawline.

‘Really?’ she whispered.

The way she looked at me with utter devotion softened me. ‘Really.’

‘Tell me you love me.’

My pulse quickened. I’d never said it to a woman before. Not even my first girlfriend when I was young and stupid. The gravitas had never been right. Did saying it while chained to Bex’s bed feel right?

A kernel of warmth blossomed in my chest.

‘I love you, Bex. You’re crazy. I hate that you felt this was the only way I could love you. But… I see that this is a gift so few people ever get. To have you love me enough to go to any length to be with me? That’s something unique. I need you.’

Two shining streaks cascaded down her cheeks, her eyes glittering as she searched my face.

‘I’ve dreamt about you saying that for so long, Henry. Years.’

‘So much time for me to make up for,’ I whispered as she dragged her lips over mine.

‘Yes, but you’ll be a good boy for me.’

No. I wouldn’t.

Because I wanted her.

Fuck, I even needed her.

But I’d make her pay for every minute she’d tormented me. She’d pay with that pretty mouth of hers. With her sweet, soft body. She’d cry and beg and scream before we’d be even.

And only then would we move forward.

When she’d paid her dues for believing she could take what she wanted.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

REBECCA

Would my heart burst open?

With the way I could feel each heavy beat, I feared it might.

‘You know the rules,’ I said, pulling myself upright and brushing my lips over his throat. ‘You need to beg.’

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