Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 32429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
"I'm yours, Xavier Gunn," I whisper. "Yours no matter what.”
Chapter 14
Now that Tallulah knows it was me who kept her captive all this time, I finally feel vindicated.
Seeing her pale broken face is a dream come true. All that's left for me to do is to put a pretty collar around her neck and claim her as mine forever.
"You know the truth now, Tallulah,! I tell her darkly. "You've finally come to your senses and realized it's been me all along. What are you going to do about it now? Are you going to fight me? Or are you going to submit to me like you should have all that time ago?"
When she looks up at me, I see all the pain and fear in her eyes and it makes me hard as a rock. I'm eager to fuck her, eager to be inside her again, and to show her she's mine once and for all. But I'm also eager to find out her response - what she thinks is going to happen next and whether or not she'll stand up to me again. I don't think she will. She's too desperate for me.
"Are you going to resist me this one final time or are you going to submit to me and show me you were mine all along?"
Her eyes stare up at me, filled with dark wonder that leaves me breathless, my heart rate quickening. I'm starting to realize just how addicted I've become to my little captive.
This whole time we spent together with me as Xander was supposed to bring us apart, not closer together. But everything we've been through - her trying to kill me, me trying to punish her parents for something I did to them in the first place, hasn't broken us. It's a wonder we still have a working relationship. But I can't help myself from pardoning Tallulah's crimes and taking her back to my bed where she belongs.
But the problem is, I don't know whether she wants to, and I need to find out.
Once her lips part, I expect a different word to come out. Perhaps a please or my name, begging me to let her go again. Let her see her parents, go back home where she'll finally be saved from my cruel abuses. But that's not the word that comes flying off her lips with such haste.
"Master," she breathes. "You're my master, Xavier.”
My heart stirs with something akin to emotion. But it's an unusual feeling for me that I don't quite recognize, and I'm not sure what it means in the grand scheme of things. All I know is I need to make her mine again.
This broken version of Tallulah makes me so jealous and possessive, I'm almost losing my mind. Even though I'm the only one in the room seeing her in this way, I can't bear the thought of someone walking in. I'd kill them.
I rush toward her. It doesn't take long for me to undo the chains and untie her from her precarious position that she's been forced into for the past few hours. She crumbles into a heap on the ground and I pull her into my arms, holding her close to me, for the first time allowing myself to inhale her sweet scent of white peaches once more. I'm overwhelmed with emotion. Something positive is blooming here, turning into something beautiful as she crumbles into my arms. I adore holding her, having her near me and feeling her body submit to mine even in such a simple thing as an embrace.
"I finally broke you, Tallulah," I whisper in her ear. "You belong with me and nobody else. Are you finally going to submit now and give me everything I've always wanted?"
I don't even need to ask her, because she already told me everything I needed to know with the word that slipped off her lips so easily.
I know now that she belongs to me fully, mind, body and soul. Her heart will never bend and neither will her knee. Not for anyone but me.
"I promise," she whispers brokenly. "I'm all yours now. No one's going to take me away from you."
And yet I don't quite believe her. Or maybe it's just the mean streak inside me wanting to punish her yet again. I'm eager to be inside her again, too. And I know I won't be able to hold off much longer even though she's a mess.
"I brought you something," I tell her darkly. "Something just for you because I noticed you lost your last one."
I point to her ring finger on her left hand and she winces.
"I didn't lose it," she admits.
"Spare me the details," I chuckle. "I'm sure you had to pawn it or something. Maybe someday we can get it back. But until then I have a new little present for you. Get on your fucking knees."