Page 36 of Forced Alpha Bride
“I don’t care!” she yells. “I’m not serving you, or any man! It could be carved in fucking stone, and I still wouldn’t do it! You can’t make me—”
She makes a sudden gesture, and I grab her arm. It wasn’t fully clear if she was just waving her arm for emphasis or actually about to slap me. Either way, my fingers wrap around her wrist, and the change in balance makes her fall against my chest.
Her eyes are inches from mine, and our lips are almost touching. I can feel her sweet breath caressing my face, and the thick scent of strawberry and vanilla suddenly engulfs me. My head spins, and I can’t think.
My hands grip her soft waist, sliding across her back. I feel her lean into me and get up on her toes.
When her lips touch mine, a powerful wave of lust crashes into me, hardening every single inch of my body. My arms tighten around her, crushing her soft curves against me until she moans and squirms. I open my mouth, searching for her tongue and finding it with my own.
Winnie writhes against me, gripping my shoulders with her hands as she wriggles up to kiss me even deeper. Swept away by the moment, I let go of her and reach down to pull up her skirt.
The second my arms release her, Winnie shoves herself away from me and runs for the front door. My brief moment of shock doesn’t give her much of a head start, and I catch her before she even makes it to the foyer.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Damon, no! Please, just let me go!”
“How am I ever supposed to trust you?” I yell, throwing her over my shoulder. “You really had me going there for a minute, but maybe you really are just like the other girls!”
“What?” she demands, but I don’t answer.
I was good enough to fuck. One night with the bad boy just for kicks, but none of them actually wanted to be my girlfriend. No one ever loved me.
I trudge up the stairs, holding tight to Winnie’s legs. At the landing, I take a look through the rooms, finally finding the master bedroom with a massive wrought-iron bed.
Convenient.
I throw Winnie down on it, yanking the cord of the bedside lamp out of the wall so I can tether her to the frame.
“Don’t worry, dear,” I mutter. “I’ll get you a better leash, but this will do for now.”
I turn and leave, focusing on finding some stronger restraints for her, and trying as hard as I can to ignore her tears.
Chapter 11 - Winnie
As Damon storms out of the room, I shiver uncontrollably, my heart pounding and breath rasping in and out of my chest. Tears pour down my face, and I almost choke on them as I struggle to calm myself down.
Fuck it! Why should I calm down? This is unacceptable, and I’ll freak out if I want to!
I try to sit up, and a sharp pain stabs through my arm as the plastic cord tightens on my wrist. I yank on it even harder, and the wrought-iron bedpost doesn’t even wobble. I shuffle closer to the top of the bed and twist so I can see the knots, hoping to get them undone.
And then what? Run? But run where?
The knots are extremely tight, and the only things I accomplish by fighting with them are bruising my fingers and breaking my nails. The adrenaline suddenly flows out of me, leaving me exhausted, weak, and extremely depressed.
I can’t believe this is happening to me!
If I could wind back the clock, I’d do it in a heartbeat. I never imagined that filling out an application form on a whim would land me up to my neck in such seriously trouble, and I look back on my previous hopeful enthusiasm with incredible pity.
Was I really that lonely? No, I just didn’t fully understand the risks.
Wait until I get my hands on Iris! This must be why she disappears the second the match is made!
I manage to sit up, even though my arm is tightly bound to the bedpost. My tears are settling, and I can finally breatheagain, but there is a heat throbbing through me that isn’t cooling down.
That kiss…
Even though I’d already decided that running away wasn’t an option after he started reeling off his demands, all I wanted to do was get away from him.
