All Chapters of Bound by Blood II: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, disgusted with myself. I was fucking nervous. When I realized it, I laughed out loud, because it was a ridiculous notion, but true. I wanted Kaelis to like me, I wanted her to fall in love with me. I wanted her to need me like she needed oxygen. I wanted her to crave me, like I craved her. It was sick, the way I wanted to manipulate things so I could have her, but I couldn’t help it. I understood exactly what Wilder was going through, looking at Arya every day and knowing he couldn’t have her. I knew Kaelis didn’t come from money, it was obvious from how she dressed down to where she lived. I didn’t want to make her feel self-conscious by taking her to a nice restaurant, but in the same breath, I wanted to give her everything she never had. For the first time in my life, I thought about what a girl wanted over what I wanted. I didn’t like the feeling all that much.I thought back to the conversation I had with Honor earlier that day. She was a

Her smile faltered as rage clouded my vision. I took a few deep breaths to control it. “You think I’m lying to you? You think I brought you out here … to do what exactly? Have a quick hook-up and go our separate ways?”She retreated and I saw it happen. I could see the fear clouding her eyes. She flinched when I sat up and that pissed me off. “Who the fuck hurt you?”She shook her head. “Nobody. I’m sorry … I didn’t mean …”“I’d never hurt you, Kaelis. You think I’d hit you?”“I don’t know.” It was just a whisper but I heard her.I moved closer to her and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Look at me.” I waited patiently until she lifted her gaze. “I want to get to know you, that’s why I brought you out here. Yeah, eventually I do want to see you naked, but that wasn’t my goal today. I’ve never dated before, not in the sense that’s socially acceptable. I was an asshole … I am an asshole, but you did stop my world, Kaelis. With one look. I can’t stop thinking about you, about what you’re

Kaelis was in a state of shock. Her breathing was shallow and she kept staring straight ahead. She didn’t react when I talked to her, put my hand on her thigh or when I finally parked my car in the driveway. I’d seen my first dead body at the age of 5, when Wrath shot the man that had kidnapped me. I was used to shit like that, but Kaelis … she was innocent and pure.I opened her door and unclipped the safety belt. I lifted her out of the car and I swore she weighed less than a bag of potatoes. I reached the front door and sighed. “Wilder!”He pulled the door open and his gaze went from me to her. He didn’t say a word as he stared at the dried blood on her face, he just stood to the side and locked the door behind me. “Ask Arya to leave something for her to sleep in on my bed.”“Of course. I’ll bring you some bourbon too. It might help her,” he said, and I nodded.I carried Kaelis upstairs to my room and placed her on the bathroom counter. I pushed her hair off her face and looked at

Demetria felt nauseous. The moment she climbed into the Uber, her hangover started. Her head pounded, her body was sore and she felt like she’d been hit by a train, or four. She stared at the text on her phone, a sense of foreboding filling her.Daddy: In my office. NOW.She didn’t have time to go back to her dorm room and change. She was already in trouble for some reason, the fact that she was hungover probably wouldn’t matter much. She had vivid memories of the night before but to her dismay, she hadn’t heard from Saint.The large stately house her father lived in when he was in town sat on 10 acres of lush gardens and a small pond. It had a driving range and everybody wore uniforms. The front door was opened by a stoic looking butler.“Mr. Winthorpe awaits your arrival in his office,” he said, sounding as bored as he looked.She nodded her head, noting the look of disapproval the butler gave her. She didn’t know his name, had never bothered to learn it, even though he’d worked for

Wilder tried to shift his arm, the metal clicking against the frame of his bed. His eyes snapped open and he turned his head to the side. Both his hands were handcuffed and he pulled against the restraints again. Almost too tight. He couldn’t move his legs either.“What the fuck,” he said. A shadow moved in the darkness of his room and he narrowed his gaze as Arya came into view.“Sleep well, Bishop?”“What the hell are you doing, Arya?”She smiled and straddled his waist. He could feel her on his groin and he clenched his eyes shut when he felt himself stiffen. “We’re going to play a little game.”“You’re playing with fire, Vittori,” he said, his erection hard and pressing against her core.She produced a piece of duct tape and slapped it against his mouth. “You can just nod or shake your head. My questions will require only yes or no answers. Do you understand?”Wilder nodded his head. Arya produced a knife and trailed the blade down from his cheek, down his neck to his collarbone