All Chapters of The Tyrant's captive bride : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

EliasI’m still standing in the middle of the living room with Harper glaring at me like she wants to set my dick on fire, that stupid black dress still hugging her too-small frame, and I can’t stop the words from spilling out. “You have to look bigger,” I tell her again, voice low because I’m pissed and turned on at the same time. “Not just like a kid. You’re too thin. Too petite. We’re fixing that shit starting tomorrow.”She snorts, arms crossed tight over her chest. “Fixing me? Like I’m some broken gym equipment? Fuck you, Elias.”“Yeah, well, fuck me later,” I shoot back, stepping closer so she has to tilt her head up. “Right now I’m serious. You’re my wife. Mine. And I’m not showing up to another event with that fool and his curvy trophy wife laughing at how you look like you still need training wheels. Tomorrow we’re hitting the gym. I’m enrolling your ass in the best program they’ve got and you’re gonna train until those hips and that ass and those tits fill out the way they’

HarperI wake up tangled in sheets that smell like Elias’s stupid cologne. My thighs feel sticky. My whole body hurts. It feels like I ran a very long race while someone kept punching me hard in the stomach over and over. This is day one of the three-day sex marathon I was foolish enough to agree to. I stare up at the ceiling. My heart does a strange jumpy flip inside my chest. Yes, the whole idea was really stupid. Extremely stupid. But if Elias thinks he is the only one who can play dirty games, then he is very wrong. He will get me pregnant. Of course he will. The man releases so much every time, and I have stopped even trying to fight it. But the baby? That baby will not live. Not if I can stop it. He will make me end it. Or he will push me so hard that I have to do it myself. Whoever is hearing this or is stuck inside my head hearing all this chaos will understand that part soon. Because what I am really planning to study, the true program I want so badly, needs that one exact th

Present day HarperI wake up on day three feeling like my insides have been rearranged by a jackhammer. Every muscle screams. My pussy is so swollen and tender I wince just shifting my legs. Elias is already hovering over me. That smug grin is plastered on his face like he has just invented fire. He is naked. He is hard as a rock. His morning wood presses against my thigh like it has its own agenda.“Morning, baby,” he says. His voice is all gravel and pride. “Day three. Ovulation day. I can feel it. I already put my baby in you. Two days of pumping you full? No way you are not knocked up. But we have to finalize it. Make sure it sticks.”I stare up at the ceiling. I blink slow because laughing right now would hurt too much. “You are so sure, huh? What, you got a pregnancy test in your ass or something?”He chuckles low and dirty. Then he rolls on top of me. He pins my wrists above my head with one hand. “Do not need a test yet. I know your body. I know when you are fertile. You are

Harper I’m hunched over the toilet again, puking my guts out for the fourth morning straight, and Elias is right there in the doorway with this stupid grin splitting his face like he just won the damn lottery. “Harper, you’re pregnant,” he says, all proud and loud like he’s announcing it to the whole neighborhood. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and glare up at him. “Shut the fuck up, Elias, it’s probably that nasty takeout you brought home last night. Stop looking at me like I’m some prize cow.”He doesn’t listen, of course he doesn’t, he just laughs that deep laugh and disappears for twenty minutes, comes back slamming the front door with a plastic bag swinging from his hand. “Bought every test they had, three brands, the expensive ones too. Pee on all of them right now.” I snatch the bag from him and mutter, “You’re ridiculous, you know that? Acting like you’re about to be father of the year when I feel like death.” But I do it anyway because my period is two weeks late a

Harper Elias explodes. “How dare you suggest killing my child? That’s my son or daughter in there!” He’s yelling so loud the walls shake. The doctor tries to explain but Elias is in his face, “You’re not touching her or the baby, I’ll sue this whole hospital!” I’m pissed now, stepping between them, voice cracking but sharp. “Are you that selfish, Elias? Ready to let me die for this thing? You’d rather have a dead wife and no baby than lose your precious seed?” He spins on me, eyes wild and confused, screaming, “You promised me a family! You promised!” His hands are around my throat, squeezing, and I’m gasping, clawing at his wrists, and everything goes black…. I wake up choking on air, sitting bolt upright in bed, sweat pouring down my back. Elias is already shaking me, “Harper, hey, hey, you were having a nightmare, breathe.” I shove him off hard, still gasping, heart hammering. “Yeah, no shit, genius. You were choking me in it.” He looks hurt for a second but then he pulls me aga