บททั้งหมดของ Wrecked By My Bully: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

CLARISSAMaybe I made a mistake. I sit there in the lush-looking office—Vance’s office. A man’s office. I keep looking at the leather furniture and mahogany desk as I adjust my dress. I should have worn something else. All I'd wanted to do was thank him for some fucking groceries. I could have come here in jeans and a sweater. I didn’t need to get dolled up. I hate my stupid vagina. It was her idea to look pretty for Vance. I pace the room, wondering if I’m the dumbest girl on the face of the planet. I am attracted to a control freak. What if he is some sort of murderer? Even as I have the thought I push it aside. The man seems unhinged, but he also seems protective and kind, at least to me. I just need him to understand that I'm not going to just do what he wants just because he wants it.I bang on the door for fifteen minutes, to no avail.“How long am I supposed to stay here?” I demand, my fist hurting from constantly pounding on the steel door.After Vance left me to deal with wha

CLARISSAAnger is boiling in me and it’s about to erupt. I don’t know who Vance thinks he is. The asshole abducted me, tied me up, spat in my mouth, and had the nerve to point out how wet I was. The thing is, he isn’t lying about it, and that’s what really pisses me off. I am turned on—really turned on. I’m like Niagara Falls, gushing at everything this man does and says.What the actual fuck is wrong with me?Vance hasn’t spoken since he rudely pointed out how my body was a treacherous slut, ditching every ounce of pride for some dick. His dick. I'm not sure if I like the silence or hate it. On the one hand, it’s nice not to feel like I’m going to burn up either by his words or his touch, but it’s driving me crazy that he isn’t paying me attention.“We are here, sir,” that prick Tony says when the car stops. I’m not sure if Tony really is a prick; he could be a very nice guy, but since he helped Vance do this to me, I will call him a prick.I hear shuffling and a car door open as a c

VANCEHaving Clarissa here feels right. I had brought no one to the cabin before. It is a place of refuge, peace. I don’t want anyone here unless they mean something to me. My raven means the world.I stare in the mirror and then gaze at the white handkerchief now stained crimson from the severed finger inside. I don’t know when this all became my world, when my need for control and power trumped my humanity.I shake off the self-loathing that I am feeling and get on with it. Walking into the master bedroom, I drop the towel and put on jeans then head to the kitchen, and to my shock, Clarissa is gone.“Where is she?” I growl at the dogs. They cast their heads down, telling me they fucked up. I glance at the front door, and it’s ajar. “Fuck.”I don’t bother grabbing a shirt and leave my feet bare. I open the front door and run, the dogs following in pursuit. It’s fucking not safe for her here at night. There’s literally nowhere to go, and the only thing she might find is some wild anim

VANCEMy heart aches as I sit there watching Clarissa asleep in my bed. Worrying about how long it will take her to get used to being here, being with me. I feel a lightness that I haven’t felt for a very long time. She belongs here with me. There is nothing I have ever been as sure about as that.My phone buzzes. I walk into the bathroom and lift it off the counter. My arm stings as I do.Enzo: We got him. Should be at the cabin in 30 minutes. You sure this can’t wait? I can hold him for a few days.ME: No. I want this done. Tonight.I put the phone down and unwrap my arm. I smile as Clarissa’s name stares back at me. Grabbing the first aid kit, I clean my arm, wrap it up with gauze, and head downstairs.I throw a coat on and open the door just as Enzo pulls up to the house. He gets out, followed by Tony and who I could only guess is Roy.“Where am I,” Roy asks before he flashes me a dirty look. “You’re all gonna be in a world of pain.”I step up to him and smile, and I see his eyes

“He hurt you.” Vance shrugs, as if killing random people for hurting me is normal. “Also, he likes to beat on women. Someone should have put the dog down a while ago. Might have been still breathing had he not crossed me, but he made the mistake of touching what belongs to me.” Vance steps to me. The vulnerability in his eyes a moment ago now completely gone, replaced with conviction and rage. He rubs his thumb along my bottom lip, the simple touch making me wet. He leans in, whispering in my ear, “I told you. No one touches what’s mine. If you don’t want it to happen again, you better make sure no one touches you.”“I should run,” I say, my eyes fluttering closed, my voice barely a whisper, my body so responsive to his touch.“But you won’t,” Vance says, pushing his body against mine. His cock presses against my stomach, and my mouth waters. “Will you, Little Bird?”His question comes out as a demanding growl, like he is telling me who is in charge here.“No,” I pant with so much nee