Page 35 of Untold Restraint

I rock my hips and kiss his neck. “You’ve done all you can for now. I made the choice to accept my fate, so I could help you, so believe me when I make you the same promise, to give you what you need. If we can’t be together, I’ll do my best to live well, for you.”

His chest shudders beneath me with his breath. He groans in discomfort, and then clears his throat to keep from choking up any further.

I lean back, to look him over, and he smiles. It splits his lip again, and I wince, but he acts as if it doesn’t hurt. I take in his bruised, swollen face, the blood in his hair, the gaping hole in his shoulder, and the mottled bruising all over him. He hasn’t complained once, despite what I made him do.

He leans into my touch, as I stroke the jagged scar at the side of his forehead that I gave him. It feels like a lifetime ago.

“I need to clean you up,” I whisper. “Try to pull that shoulder shut and give you some more pain relief.” I glance down to where we’re joined. “And clean myself up a bit,” I add, my heart racing at the consequences of what I’ve done.

“Not too much,” he commands. “I want to see what I did to you — see my seed marking your thighs. I want to know I’m with you when you leave. I want him to…”

His good eye widens. He glances down to where his cock is stiffening again inside me, and then he meets my gaze, alarm written all over his face. “He’ll punish you.”

My throat is so thick with rage and fear, that I can barely talk. “More than he already is? Let him try.”

Quin shakes his head. “No, Kira. If he’s going to… He’ll know we… You have to wash up and act as if it never happened.Fuck. What if you do get pregnant? Would he hurt our baby?”

I place a calming hand over his pounding heart. “Don’t worry. I put the morning-after pill on the list of drugs in my demands. I didn’t want him to—” I seal my mouth shut on the words, so I don’t have to see them hurt him. “I won’t get pregnant,” I assure him, easing off his cock, to stand on wobbly legs.

Quin exhales roughly and swears under his breath, as he tests the strength of his restraints again. They hold fast, and his wrists bleed from his efforts.

I stroke his cheek. “Shh. It’s going to be okay. Quit hurting yourself. There’s so much for me to fix, already.” I assess him again to see where I should start. “Don’t worry about me. I have you in my heart, and that makes me twice as strong and resistant to his bullying. He won’t break me.”

Quin shakes his head even harder. “That’ll make him do worse. Promise me you’ll submit.”

“To him?” I ask, disgusted he would even suggest it. I shake my head. “Never.”

“Not in your heart —neverin your heart — but in his bed, Kira, please. If you submit, he’ll think he’s won, and he’ll stop. But resistance gives him a chance to prove his power, and that’s what excites him. He’ll be bored without an opponent, but if you resist, he’ll only find more pleasure in your struggle and pain. Submit.” Through his teeth, he growls, “Please. For your own safety.”

He’s right, but I despise what I’ll have to do. I nod, and step toward the small table, to sort through the box of medications I was supplied with.

“I’ll submit. For you,” I say clearly. “You’re the only one who can ask it of me and expect obedience.”

He relaxes into the chair, with a groan, and his cock gives an excited jerk. “Hearing those words from your lips makes me want to command you back to my lap. Even now, in this…” He rattles his shackles again and gives an anguished cry when they keep him in place. “This is all so fucked up, Kira. I wouldn’t blame you if you hated me.”

“We don’t need to add more hate to this scenario. There’s plenty floating around already,” I say with a sigh, as I start going through the boxes of pills again, reading the labels more carefully to be certain. “Mother—”

“What?” Quin asks when I crush the last box in my grip.

With trembling hands, I lower the broken box of tablets to the table. “No birth control.”

Quin tenses. “Check again.”

I do as I’m told, but the sinking feeling in my gut knows there’s no point. I shove the container of pill boxes aside. “He withheld it on purpose. First, I have to marry him—”

“What?”

“Then he’s going to…” I glance at Quin and know my expression reflects the horror shown on his face. “He’s going to fuck a baby into me. He’s trying to ruin me for you, forever.”

Quin strains against his restraints so much, the bolted-down steel chair legs actually bend.

I grab some gauze and rush to his side, to wrap it around his wrist. “Stop.Stopit,” I cry, as the gauze turns red.

He doesn’t stop. Too enraged by his father, he’s lost his fucking mind.

I get up and slap him across the face, not holding back my strength.

He stills and stares at me, before looking at each bleeding wrist in turn. He shoves himself back in the seat and snarls through his teeth, clearly in pain. “You didn’t need to slap me, Kira. I’m not trying to make it harder for you. I’m trying to bust out andendthis madness.”

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