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Contracted to him 66
Five years.Five fucking years since Adelynn disappeared out of my life without a goodbye, and still her ghost refused to leave me alone, it haunted me day and night, it was sending me over the edge of insanity.I stood at the window staring out over the pack lands that once felt like everything I wanted, but now were a personal prison. The morning light filtered through the trees, and behind me, the soft sounds of Emma dressing our daughter filled the room. She was only three years old, but Elodie already the spitting image of her mother, golden curls, bright eyes, and a mouth, she had something to say about any and everything.“Daddy, come see!” Elodie called, toddling over with a drawing clutched in her small hands.“Let’s see it, princess.” I turned, forcing a smile as I crouched down.The sketch showed a family of stick figures holding hands under a lopsided sun. Emma watched us from across the room, I couldn’t tell if she was happy or annoyed, reading her expressions had become
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I woke before him the next morning.The room was still dim. His arm was heavy across my waist, his body curved protectively—or possessively—around mine. For a few minutes I simply lay there, taking inventory. The bruises had settled into a deep, constant ache. The sharpest edge of the pain had dulled overnight, but any real pressure still sent heat flaring across my skin. Sitting would remain difficult. Walking would still require care.I carefully eased out from under his arm. He stirred but didn’t fully wake. I walked slowly to the bathroom, each step measured, and stood in front of the mirror under the brighter light.The marks were still vivid. Deep purples and dark reds covered most of my ass and the upper backs of my thighs. Some of the paddle welts remained slightly raised. I turned carefully, looking over my shoulder, and felt a familiar tightness in my chest. Fear and something more complicated sat side by side. I had never been marked like this before. I had never been punis
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I slept in short, uneasy stretches.Every time I shifted in the night the bruises woke me—sharp, hot reminders that refused to fade into the background. Theodore stayed close. His body remained a solid line against my side or behind me, one arm usually draped over my waist or resting heavily on the back of my thigh. Even in sleep his hold felt deliberate, as if he were making sure I couldn’t drift too far without him noticing.When morning came, the light was soft and gray. I lay on my stomach, face turned toward the window, listening to the quiet sound of him breathing behind me. The deep ache had settled into something heavier overnight. Sitting would still be difficult. Walking would still require care. The marks had done exactly what he intended.He stirred after a while. I felt him shift, then the warm press of his mouth against the back of my shoulder.“You’re awake.”It wasn’t a question.“Yes,” I whispered.His hand moved slowly over the damaged skin of my ass, fingers tracing
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His mouth moved slowly down my neck, then lower.He took his time. Every kiss was deliberate, almost clinical in its precision, as if he were cataloguing the places he had already claimed and the places he intended to claim again. When his lips brushed the side of my breast I drew in a quiet breath. When he closed his mouth around my nipple and sucked, the sensation shot straight through the residual ache in my body and pulled a soft sound from my throat.He didn’t rush.He simply continued—kissing, tasting, biting lightly enough to leave faint new marks beside the older ones. His hands stayed firm on either side of me, pinning me in place without full weight. I could feel how careful he was not to press directly on the worst of the bruising, and somehow that restraint felt more controlling than if he had ignored it.“You still respond to me,” he murmured against my skin. “Even like this.”I didn’t answer. My body answered for me. Heat was gathering low in my belly despite the deep, c
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I stayed in bed for a long time after that.Theodore didn’t leave the room. He lay behind me with his arm locked around my waist, his chest pressed to my back, his breathing steady against the nape of my neck. Every so often his hand would shift, fingers spreading possessively over my lower stomach or sliding down to rest lightly on the worst of the bruising. Each time the pressure made me tense, a small sound escaping before I could stop it. He never commented. He simply kept his hand there, as if the flinch itself was part of the lesson.The morning light grew stronger. My body felt heavier with every passing minute. The deep ache in my ass and thighs had settled into a constant, throbbing presence that made even the softest movement feel deliberate and costly. I could feel the heat of the bruises radiating outward. Sitting would be nearly impossible later. Walking would be a series of careful, measured steps. He had made sure of that.At some point he spoke again, his voice low and
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I lay alone in the dark for a long time after he left.The door had closed with that soft, final click, and the silence that followed felt heavier than any of the blows he had given me. My body throbbed in deep, pulsing waves. Every shift of the sheets against my skin sent fresh sparks of pain across my bruised ass and thighs. The welts from the paddle burned like they were still being struck. My wrists ached from the cuffs. My shoulders and calves still carried the strain of hanging from the suspension bar on my toes for so long. But none of that compared to the hollow, aching emptiness in my chest.Tears kept falling. Quiet at first. Then harder. I pressed my face into the pillow so the sound wouldn’t carry, though I wasn’t even sure if he was still in the apartment. Part of me hoped he was. Part of me was terrified that he was.I had never seen him like that.The coldness in his eyes. The complete absence of softness. The way he had looked at me after he finished inside me — like I
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My pulse thundered under my skin matching the rhythm of the loud music playing. I hadn’t done this in forever, hell even when I was still single and free, I’d only danced against strangers twice in my life, and even then it felt wrong, but for some reason dancing against this tall handsome British
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My stomach churned with disgust as the sounds I’d heard coming from the other end of the door echoed in my ears like they’d been connected to a loud speaker. I couldn’t believe it, that asshole had the audacity to cheat on me after everything I’d given up on him, and worst of all, he brought his mi
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I tried to stop myself from shaking as I stared at my reflection in the private bathroom one of the waitresses had lead me to after a heated exchange with my father and former in-laws. The conversation replayed in my head, loud and clear.“You know, I didn’t believe it when I heard it.” My father s
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It’d been hours since I run away but the memory of the phantom pressure of Lucas’ fingers against my throat was still etched into my skin. I sat on the edge of the plush bed in Marcus’s house, my hands trembling so violently that the tea in the china cup rattled against the sauc
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