It makes me wonder if this is what Ryat felt like those days he was in jail. But only he knew he’d be released when his job was done.
Me? I’m in for life. And my mother plans on ripping my baby not only from my arms but my actual body. I can’t allow that. I won’t. I have a plan, but I’m not sure how I’m going to execute it. And if I try and fail? What will they do to me then?
Finishing going to the bathroom, I go to the sink and wash my hands. Drying them off, I go back to the bedroom for another long afternoon of staring at the wall. I don’t even have a TV. I’m guessing that’s so I have no idea what is going on with the outside world.
Exiting the bathroom, I yelp when I see Matt standing by the side of the bed, inspecting my breakfast. I had to pretty much shove it down my throat. I’m not hungry, but I won’t starve my child.
He turns to face me, and I take a step back into the bathroom. Chuckling, he walks over to stand in the doorway, his large frame now blocking my only exit.
Great, Blake! Real smart. “What do you want?” I demand.
His blue eyes drop to my bare legs and run up over my thighs until they reach the bottom of my shorts. Then over my shirt. “I think you know exactly what I want.”
I shake my head. “My mother …”
He reaches out, wraps a hand around my neck, and shoves my back into the wall to the right. His body presses into mine, and the fact that I can feel his hard dick inside his jeans makes me want to vomit again. “Your mother isn’t fucking here!” He smiles down at me. “Plus, I can come inside you and not have to worry about knocking you up.”
I whimper, my hands trying to pry his away that’s wrapped around my neck, but it’s not working.
Leaning down, he runs his wet tongue along my face, and I gag as tears sting my eyes.
“You know. I pretended to be repulsed by your fixation of being raped.”
“It’s called forced-sex fantasy ...” I grind out through clenched teeth. “Asshole.”
“No.” He shakes his head once. “I’m talking about rape, Blakely. Because I’m going to make you cry.” His eyes narrow on mine. “You’re not going to enjoy it or get off on it. Not like you did when I watched Ryat kidnap you from your apartment and then again in the woods.” He snorts. “I’m going to fucking hurt you, beat you, and humiliate you.”
My stomach sinks at the thought of what he’ll do to me if he gets the chance. And how whatever he has planned could hurt my baby.
“But I will give you a head start.” He lets go of my throat and takes a step back.
I sag against the wall, sucking in a breath while rubbing it.
“Just because I know how much you like the chase.” His eyes drop to my chest.
“I won’t …”
“Ten minutes,” he states, lifting his arm and looking down at his watch.
“Matt!” I snap. “I’m not going to …”
He backhands me across the face, knocking my head to the side. I gasp, my hands coming up to the wall so I don’t run into it.
He grips my hair and yanks me over to the counter, shoving my hips into it, and I scream for help. Even though I know no one will be here.
Holding me in place, his free hand comes up and grips my neck again. “Why, Blakely?” He sighs as if disappointed. “You let Ryat play with you.” I tremble, trying to get away from him. “But I guess …” He yanks my head to the side and starts kissing my cheek. “If you don’t want to play, then I’ll just fuck you here and now.”
“No. No. No.” I rush out through a gasp. “I’ll play.” I try to nod my head, my watery eyes pleading for him to give me another chance in the mirror. “I’ll play.”
“Good.” He steps back and shoves me by my hair into the bedroom. “Go. The clock is ticking.”
I run out of the bedroom and slam the door shut behind me. Having to open it may give me an extra second. I’m going to need it. I have no clue where we are, but I decide to take the stairs to the lower level, hoping I can get out. When I hit the landing, I trip over the edge of a rug, falling onto my face. I quickly jump up and run to the front doors and try to open them.
Fuck! They’re locked. I twist the deadbolt and try again. Nothing. What the fuck? Looking up I see another lock that’s too tall for me to reach.