Page 20 of Love on the Run

After a seemingly endless amount of time, he reaches down holding the fork in front of my lips. It smells delicious it looks delicious. I promise if it wasn’t my favorite German chocolate cake. I would have spit it back out.

“It tastes just like my mom’s,” I whisper more to myself than to him.

“It is your mom’s,” he informs me cuttingly.

My heart plummets at how worried she must be.

“Why? How?” I look up into the black abyss of his eyes. They hold more than fury, more than anger. Stone cold, hatred shines through. I will never be able to match his animosity. He is a sharply honed katana slicing through me without mercy. First my son, kidnapping my friends and now he’s gotten to my mom.

“I told her everything. I went to New York, fell before your parents begging them to tell me where you were. I apologized to them for my part.”

Oh damn. How humiliating it must have been for him. Still, he shouldn’t have lied by omission or commission, he did both.He kept this terrible secret for almost two years and had me skipping through the daisies thinking everything was fine while he held an innocent young woman prison.

“After a lengthy discussion with your parents. She told me that when I found you and brought you home, she’d make your favorite German chocolate cake. She sent the recipe instead when I let her know I’d found you and Asa.”

I don’t realize I have dropped my head to my chest in shame until firm fingers lift my chin up to his deadened gaze.

“More?” He has the fork poised right before my lips. “It’s quite good.”

Yeah, and I don’t trust it. Just like I don’t trust he gave mommy and daddy the full story.

“No thank you.” Shaking my head, I try to dislodge his hand from my face. Everything hardens. His face could be chiseled from jade and his fingers now feel like a band of steel.

“Up.” He tugs along with the words making me rise. The moment I do I feel the breeze against my exposed thighs and pussy.

“Sit.” He’s eases back in his chair and there is no doubt where he wants me. I sit on his thigh immediately feeling the huge bulge beneath my bottom. It’s hot and hard, not the least bit comfortable. I squirm.

In quick movements he repositions me, so I am sitting firmly on his dick. He’s pressed so deeply against me; he’s breached my entrance. I can feel the heat and throb of him through his slacks. I know he’d not unaffected, but he seems unbothered as he brings the food to my mouth. He doesn’t say eat this time. He doesn’t have to. The pressure on my body, the sheer menace emanating from him is enough to get me to open my mouth.

I take another bite, another, several more after. All that rich decadence soothes me as it always has. My favorite dessertcrafted from my mom’s recipe would have been a great gift of reconciliation, but I know we are long past that.

I hate to look at him and see the smug satisfaction in his eyes. I can feel his eyes on me. His gaze is eating me up. Every inch of me. I can hide nothing. I am open, vulnerable.

“How did you get my mom to send you her prized German chocolate cake recipe?” There’s more to the story he’s not telling me. I may be under duress, sad and angry but I not confused or disoriented. I know there is more.

I wait and on cue the monster emerges.

“I told your family and my mother when I found you, you were in the throes of a horrible nightmare. When I awakened you, you went into a fugue state, then fell ill with a fever. I told them we are taking a cruise around the Mediterranean and working on our marriage. All of which is true.” Cold dread creeps from my ankles to scalp at his words. They would totally believe him. I was so fragile after losing our baby. I was severely depressed basically existing like a ghost. My family feared for my life for many reasons. My mental health was very fragile back then. Therapy helped me to understand that it wasn’t my fault but the guilt remains.

“We are not working on shit, Akchiro.” The hardness in my voice surprises both of us. I have never spoken to him like this.

“Hai.” Bowing his head, a little to acknowledge my words. He goes on like my outburst doesn’t bother him in the least. “That is past us now. You chose to fuck me, drug me, leave me, and steal my son.” Savage, low words make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up like prey. “I gave face to your parents, brothers, their wives. Our friends. Now, I shall have yours.”

Caught in the obsidian of his gaze I know he means it. I wish I had wine. I take the tumbler of amber liquid and bring it to my lips. Taking my time to sip. I savor the bouquet, allowingthe burn to slide down my throat marrying with the chocolate. A bittersweet union much like this marriage.

With careful handsI return the cut crystal to the table. “I will not comply to your demands.”

“You will if you ever want to hear anything about or see Asa again. For every time you submit you shall be allowed to see him and receive a daily report.”

I jolt. If not for his firm hold, I would have plummeted to the deck. It’s not far fall but it will hurt. I don’t bother to beg or plead. I just look at him like the cruel motherfucker he is.

“You are hurting him just as much as I did.” Biting down on my lip, I fail to keep shame from voice.

“No, you are. If you are okay having your child cry for you because he wants to see his mommy then so be it. I’ve consulted the therapist but not even her bright ideas would soothe him tonight,” his voice holds a new anguish. He stands making me stand along with him.

Immediately, I step back putting distance between us. I search his face looking for an ounce of softness and seeing none. Still, I try. “This is not fair to Asa.”He probably doesn’t like you reeking of someone other than his mommy, bitch.I want to scream at him so bad but wouldn’t dare give him the satisfaction.

He closes the gap. I have to arch my head to meet his stare. “No, it is not. Nor was kidnapping him in the first fucking place. You’re acting like some battered woman, running halfway across the world. Hiding like a coward instead of facing the man you claim you love.” The last part breaks and he makes a gesture, turning away breathing deep long breaths for several moments. “You call me a monster. How the fuck are your actions anything but monstrous?”

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