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I chuckle, surprised she wants to know. “A microchip.”

If I could see her face, I know I’d see her rolling her eyes. “Seriously? Watching me through cameras isn’t enough, you’re going to track me now?”

“If anyone ever has the audacity to take you from me again, little one, I will find you. You won’t stay in captivity again.”

Instead of being more upset, she relaxes into me, accepting my protection. No one will hurt her again. Not if I have a say in it.

Chapter 13

Ainsley

I’m covered in sweat, irritable from everything that’s happened since yesterday, and angry at the monster for not letting me relax. Apparently, we’re going to train together every single day of my break so he’s confident I can take care of myself.

Like I wasn’t doing it for three years before I met him, or even the last three months after leaving him.

It’s almost endearing how worried he is about me, though. He could have installed a tracker on my phone instead of injecting one into my neck, but having it below my skin actually makes me feel safer. No one can take it away like they did with the necklace he gave me at the party. If I’m taken again, he’ll find me.

I can’t deny that last night was a lot to handle. The monster absolutely terrified me, and I wanted it to stop, but I trusted him. I trusted him to not push me too far, but also to punish me in a way that he could forgive me for what I’d done when he finished.

It was also liberating to see that side of him. Like he’d been hiding it from me this whole time, trying to prove he was a nice guy, but he finally just let it all out. I felt closer to the real him last night, and I hate to admit it, but it made me miss what we had. Not that I’m going to tell him that.

When I woke up from one of my nightmares in my old bed, I felt lonely. I wanted to be next to him, to feel the comfort of being in his arms and knowing I could sleep peacefully. When I climbed into his bed with him, I didn’t let myself overthink it. It was necessary for me to sleep well.

But, when I woke up with that ring on my finger…

No. I’m not thinking about that. It looked gorgeous and it fit me perfectly, but when we got out of bed, I took it off. This week won’t end with a ring on my finger.

With my thoughts distracted, the monster grabs onto my neck and slams my back into the wall, sending pain shooting through my shoulders. The letters he carved into my back are definitely more sore today than they were yesterday.

“How are you getting out of this hold, little one?”

I’ve heard the same stupid question repeatedly this morning. Each time, he puts me in a new hold and refuses to let go until I get myself out of it. There were already small bruises from where my fists flew into his hard chest yesterday, but with the amount of times I’ve head-butted him today, I won’t be surprised to find more.

His body presses against mine intimately, and with the way his eyes are eating me up through his mask, excitement shoots straight through me. I’ve already learned that flirting with him won’t work, but when he looks at me like that, I want to skip the flirting and go straight to bed.

I just need a good fuck.

Well, one where I’m allowed to come. Him withholding my orgasms is driving me absolutely insane, and it’s only been a day. If I have to make it through the entire week, I will, but I’m going to be miserable doing it.

“Should I just tell you I’d knee you in the balls really hard, or would you like to find out what they taste like?” I try to make my voice sound sweet, but some of my irritability slips in there.

He chuckles anyway as he leans into me even more. “If anyone’s tasting my balls, baby, it’s going to be you,” he whispers into my ear.

My breath catches in my throat as my clit throbs, wishing he would touch it. Even for just a second. That’s probably all I’d need right now, anyway.

When his hand slips into my pants and he runs a finger up my slit, collecting my wetness on his finger, I start to think I might actually get my wish. And when that hand slips out, and he pops his finger into his mouth under his mask, licking it clean loudly enough for me to hear, I almost melt into a puddle at his feet.

“I think someone likes that idea,” he practically growls at me, and I swear I lose it. If he lets me go right now, I’m going to have to run upstairs and change my underwear.

“I would like it a lot more if I got something out of it,” I snap at him, trying to hide how much he’s turning me on by just pressing his body against mine. How did I go weeks before giving into him last time? Maybe because I didn’t know what it would be like, and now that I do, it’s all I want.

“You know what you have to do if you want to come,” he reminds me. His stupid condition.

I get my hands between us and shove against his chest, and to my surprise, he moves back. Space. That’s what I need right now. He’s only driving me crazy because he’s so close to me.

“Let’s stop for today,” he suggests. Finally; I’m starving. It feels like we’ve been going at it all morning. Even if he didn’t decide to stop, I don’t think I would have lasted much longer. “We should get something to eat.”

He actually worked me until lunchtime. No wonder I’m so irritable. I’m angry about being here, worked up without a release, and hungry. He deserves for me to take it all out on him.

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