Page 37 of Violent Cravings

Chapter 20

Laura

I share his sentiment about post-coital appetite, but I’d feel more like eating if I wasn‘t in this current predicament.

I’m still naked, my center exposed, and my hands and knees tied to the bed frame behind me. My shoulders are beginning to hurt and my arms are getting heavier by the second. The shackles binding my wrists are cutting into my flesh, as I rely more and more on them. He cleaned himself up, but didn’t bother to clean his come from my face, and now it‘s slowly drying where it dripped down my neck.

Unlike me, he put some clothes back on, but only a pair of dark pants, different ones than he was wearing when we first got here. I consider it a treat, though, that he leaves his ripped chest bare for me to admire.

Since he doesn’t untie me for dinner, he has to feed me. He sits cross-legged on the floor in front of me, sharing a meal with me that is little more than a healthy snack.

“You really like sushi, don’t you?” I dare to tease him when he brings in a tray of maki rolls from a connecting room.

He chuckles, holding up another piece to my mouth for me to eat, a simple tuna and avocado roll. I notice he makes me lean forward every time he offers me a piece, never holding the sushi right up to my mouth. He makes me work for it. This is without a doubt the strangest meal I’ve ever eaten.

“I find it to be very sensuous food,” he says. “But don’t worry. Good girls get fed whatever they wish for, once we call it a night.”

“Whatever they wish for?” I ask, puzzled.

He casts me a generous smile. “Yes, whatever you wish for, doll. But whatever it is, you’ll have to earn it.”

He serves me another piece of sushi, and while I chew it, my eyes lazily wander around the room. I was so busy with everything that was going on that I never paid much attention to my surroundings. The room is unusually big for a bedroom. It offers plenty of space for the king-size bed, the dresser, and two glass-encased cabinets positioned next to a leather-upholstered bench. A gigantic X made out of wood is nailed to one of the walls.

There are three doors leading out of the room, and all of them are painted in the same red color as the walls, causing them to become indistinct, especially with the lights dimmed like they are now.

Judging by the small windows, I’d assume this room is in the basement, suggesting that we are not at the same place I met him the first time.

Maybe this is the home he has outside the city that he mentioned previously? There’s little point in asking because he obviously doesn’t want me to know too much about my whereabouts. Why else would he demand that I was blindfolded when I was brought here?

“How come you didn’t tell me?” he asks, tearing my thoughts back to the present.

Our eyes meet, and I cast him a look of bewilderment.

“Tell you what?” I ask.

“That you’re a virgin,” he says.

Both the expression on his face and his voice are impossible for me to read. I have no idea whether he’s angry at me or not.

“How… how did you know?” I stutter.

He shrugs.

“Just a good guess. Once you have been with enough women, you can tell,” he says. “I felt it when I tried to finger you, and it was confirmed by the look on your face.”

Next to the my evident embarrassment, his words cause a stinging sensation in my heart from knowing he has been with so many women before me, many who were experienced professionals, prettier and more skilled than me. How could I not feel inferior?

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he repeats, hooking his index finger under my chin to lift my gaze up to meet his. I hadn’t even noticed that I had lowered my eyes.

“I was afraid,” I tell him. “I was afraid you wouldn’t want me anymore if I told you.”

His face remains neutral, no visible reaction on his handsome face. The only thing there is just the usual handsome ruggedness, topped by eyes that are almost too blue to be real.

“That’s a valid concern,” he says. “But you still should have told me.”

I nod. “I’m sorry. You’re right, I should have.”

His eyes lay on me for a moment, a patient smile stilling my concerns.

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