Page 146 of I Will Break You
I pull back the covers and grab her shin, only for her other foot to fly toward my head. The rope stops her from kicking, making her cry out in frustration.
“Don’t touch me,” she screams.
“I thought you wanted to be untied.”
“Not to get punished, and I don’t want to kill those men.”
“Why not?” I snarl and untie her first leg. “They planned on doing worse to you.”
“Because I’m not a killer.”
I pause to stare at the woman writhing on the bed, my jaw dropping. “You’ve killed at least two men. From the way your mother speaks, it’s possibly more.”
“What do you know about my mom?” She kicks out with her free leg.
“Have you forgotten that I stood over you while you made that frantic phone call about the man you killed?”
Scowling, she screws up her lips, having been caught in a lie. “My mom is prone to exaggeration.”
My brows rise. “And you’re more deluded than I thought.”
“Are you making fun of my hallucinations?”
I clench my jaw. “That was a figure of speech. You’re lying to yourself if you think the music teacher and the man in the missing posters are your only victims.”
She jerks her head to the side, trying to avoid my scrutiny. “I suppose you’re an expert on murder.”
“Yes.” I take hold of her dainty foot, untie her ankle, and draw back before she kicks me in the face. “Keep attacking me, and the punishments will escalate.”
“I thought you said you didn’t want me dead.”
“No woman ever died from a spanking,” I reply.
She shifts on the mattress, her cheeks reddening, her expression finally showing traces of the woman who captured my heart. The delicate soul with a dark past instead of the belligerent little berserker with a fetish for crushing my balls.
I walk around the bed to untie her wrist, and I’m surprised when she doesn’t lash out. That doesn’t mean she isn’t waiting for the right moment to strike.
By the time I reach her other hand, she’s thrumming with excitement. I grab her chin and force our eyes to meet. “Don’t even think about it.”
Her lips press into a thin line, but she manages to give me a nod. I release her last restraint and step back in anticipation of an attack, but she pulls her pretty thighs together and swings them to the edge of the bed.
“Thank you,” she mutters, her curls falling over her face. “Will you excuse my punishment if I eat the soggy cereal?”
“Turn around and pull down your shorts,” I say.
Her gaze darts to the door and she bites her lower lip, looking like she’s trying to measure the odds of a successful escape. Then she gives her head a gentle shake, perhaps remembering how I caught her last night with little effort, and rises off the bed.
With trembling fingers, she reaches for the waistband of her shorts. My heart kicks up several notches, and heat rushes to my cock. I hold still, not showing even the barest trace of excitement as she turns around, treating me to a view of her sinfully rounded ass.
The skin beneath the silk fabric is creamy and unblemished, and it takes every effort not to reach out and touch my property. I have to remind my cock she’s undressing for her punishment, not for my enjoyment, but the thirsty bastard still lengthens and thickens.
I thought Amethyst was beautiful, but from behind, she’s exquisite, and I’m not just talking about how she looked in the graveyard when I pounded her into the dirt. Her legs are shapely, her waist tiny, and the curls cascading down her narrow shoulders only enhance her feminine silhouette.
She hesitates before lowering her shorts and glances at me over her shoulder with a heated gaze. My cock wants to believe it’s lust, but there’s no denying she’s pissed. Women like Amethyst know they can coast through life with their beauty, but I’ve never been one to fall for a pretty face.
“I can’t do it,” she says, her voice trembling.
“Would you like me to put you over my knee?”