Page 28 of Ice Me Out
I’m catching my breath too, trying to get the storm of emotions inside me under control.
This wasn’t what I expected or dreamed of whenever I imagined my first time. It was just weird and painful and I wish Kurt would try to pull me into his arms and hold me.
I turn my head on the pillow to look at the man I’m supposed to marry tomorrow. “Kurt?”
He’s lying next to me, his body rigid, his jaw ticking. “What do you want, Rebecca?”
“I—”
He turns his head to look at me, too. “It’ll get better for you once you do it a few more times.”
I don’t want to do it again. Not with him, at least.
A wave of emotion crashes over me. I feel empty and dirty. This feels all wrong.
I sit up, forcing myself to look at my fiancé. “I need to take a shower. I’ll see you tomorrow at the wedding?”
He barks out a laugh, his tone harsh. “Yeah, go wash yourself, you filthy whore.”
I blink a couple of times in quick succession, confused. “What?”
“You heard me. Your father warned me that you need a strong, stern hand to guide you. That if I don’t get control of you, your rebellious nature might mess with the purity of spirit that’s necessary to let my talent shine through. And he was right. Look at what you made me do.”
I don’t understand. “What I made you do?”
He raises his voice. “You made me break the one rule your father gave us. Not touching, channeling our sexual energy into our work is what allows us to excel, to be great. You used your body to lure me in, to destroy everything I’ve been working hard for.”
Is this guy for real?
Fury mounts in the pit of my stomach. “I lured you? What the fuck, Kurt? You were begging me a couple of minutes ago. This wasn’t my idea, and I wish I hadn’t said yes. This feels all wrong, I can’t?—”
Slap.
He strikes me so fast and so hard that I’m too stunned to react for a few seconds.
The side of my face is throbbing so hard that a wave of nausea causes bile to rise and fill my mouth. I taste blood too, as I must’ve bitten my tongue when he hit me.
The few seconds it takes me to make sense of the fact that he did indeed hit me should have been used to put some distance between me and my fiancé.
I realize that when it’s too late.
“It is all wrong. You made me break the new contract I signed yesterday with your father. He could take everything away from me if he found out what you made me do. You filthy whore.”
He lands another blow to my face that knocks me down. My hands come up to cup my throbbing jaw as a pained whimper escapes from me.
“What?” he snarls. “You don’t have anything to say, huh? But I’ll teach you how to act in the presence of your husband. Say a word of what we just did to Byron before tomorrow, and I’m going to kill you. The only way my future will be secure is to put a baby inside you, like I just agreed on that new contract.”
I have no idea what he’s talking about. I probably should stay quiet, but I make the huge mistake of voicing my curiosity. “A baby? What?—”
“Shut up! From now on, you don’t get to speak unless I give you permission to do so. Are we clear?”
What’s happening? Kurt had always been quiet and a little cold, but I’ve never seen him lose his temper this way. Not even on the ice.
“Answer me, slut!” he yells.
But before I can say anything, he’s on me. His large, strong hands are around my neck, compressing my windpipe and making it hard to breathe.
His weight crashes me as he straddles me, looking into my eyes with a dark, vacant gaze.
