He had avoided her long enough. He had kept his hands off her long enough. She wasn’t ever going to escape him now and he intended to show her the many ways he could punish her until it hurt so bad she would gush when she came for him.
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He touched her.
Silas’ last words to whoever had been on the other side of the phone rang in her head. They had been talking about Massimo, she knew because Silas had threatened that he was still going to kill him.
He touched her.
Breathing in heavily she reentered her thoughts. As usual, she had started to fixate on the wrong things. She had to get out of there. She had to leave. He had still, like a barbarian, broken a man’s wrist because that man had touched her
He didn’t deserve Silas’ wrath.
“You don’t have to answer how insane you are. I already know the answer to that. That poor man was nothing but nice to me. Which is more than I ever got from you since the moment I set eyes on you.”
The elevator pinged and the doors slid open. Arabelle marched out of the elevator and into the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, she folded her arms to try and stop her whole body from trembling with rage.
“Is she the reason you didn’t want me at your business dinner?” She made sure the last two words were rimmed with sarcasm. Standing there watching her, Silas, unbuttoned his jacket and slipped his hands into his trouser pockets.
“Who?”
“No,” she said shaking her head. “You don’t get to stand there and lie to my face. I’m not stupid, Silas. I know you didn’t want me there because of her and don’t pretend otherwise. You ordered me to stay in the room so you could disappear with your… mistress while your… wife was upstairs… I can’t. I refuse. It’s over and I’m done. I won’t live in a place I’m ignored. I won’t live in a house where I’m not needed, where I’m despised and hated like I’m some sort of persona non grata… I didn’t ask to be here under these circumstances.” She was faltering so badly, that she started to stutter as her tears fell. “And please don’t even try to deny you hadn’t snuck off somewhere private in your cold, hard house with her. Thirteen guests arrived and two were missing when I entered the hall.
“I’m just done.” She lifted her hand and tried to shimmy the ring off her finger. “I’m leaving and you can give this ring to your… to her.”
Tears rushed down her face as she struggled to remove the ring. For all her attempts she couldn’t get it off and that just catapulted her hurt to even greater fury.
She pressed her arms down the sides of her body and screamed as loud as her lungs could manage. She then walked into the closet and rummaged around for her suitcase, which she flung onto the bed then marched back into the closet and gathered as many clothes as her arms could manage
“I’m leaving and you can’t stop me,” she said, not looking at him. He hadn’t moved from his position
“You’re not going anywhere,” he finally said on her third trip to the closet. She had collected another suitcase as well. From her peripheral she watched him remove his jacket, and his tie, then proceeded to roll up his sleeves.
She gulped down her apprehension, and willed away the wetness gathered on her naked folds and now coating her thighs. The last time he had done that, she had received a spanking from him and had her virginity taken.
For her sanity, she had to leave.
“I want a divorce, Silas. I’m serious,” she screamed. “I can’t live this way. I keep asking myself why I’m here when you have no use for me.” She didn’t stop talking as she made more trips to and from the closet, piling up her belongings on the bed.
“You took my virginity to prove a statement true, that the marriage was consummated. Not because you wanted me. You asked for my cycle dates so that you only needed to be with me when I was fertile again to prove a point that I’m here only to do your bidding. In that instance, have your baby. I am not your toy,” she walked up to him and stabbed her finger into his chest. “You don’t own me. So go be with your… whore.” She turned around and resumed her packing. She hated that he had reduced her to calling another woman she didn’t even know unsavory names.
“She isn’t my whore. She isn’t my anything,” he said then slowly removed his belt. Arabelle’s stalled, her brain melted as she watched the leather slip through the loops. Her mouth dried. Her nipples pebbled and she couldn’t prevent the gasp from escaping her mouth.
“Stand over the table, Arabelle.” The dark lilt of his voice wrapped around her and strangled her. She grew hotter, wetter.
“No,” she stepped back. He wasn’t going to do this to her again. Make her weak for him. Please god no.
As if he accepted she would defy his order, he tilted his head to the left and then charged toward her. She had no hope. He was a lethal animal, and she was his helpless prey.
He caught her and slammed her body against his. His hand wrapped around her tresses, pulling at the roots until her eyes teared and her pussy convulsed.
“You will always be mine,” he rasped into her ear.