Page 13 of Bleeding Blackheart

Moving quickly, I go to my new belongings and get my feminine items.

Right on time.

My flow is just starting, and after ten minutes of faux privacy, I wrap up in the bathroom and head back into the bedroom.

Those blue eyes meet mine at the same time he shrugs his denim shirt off his shoulders, revealing the tank top he’s been wearing since I woke up in his shed.

My hormones are getting the better of me because he looks good. Really good. I almost get lost in his sculpted muscles and hard, strong body when he snaps his fingers at me. “On the bed.”

Suddenly I remember that I’m a captive. There are so many things I care about. So many things I want to do, achieve, and accomplish. But none of those things matter right now. What matters is not dying. I sit on the edge of the bed, lifting my aching limbs slowly.

Blackheart digs two sets of handcuffs from his nightstand and cuffs each of my wrists to his bed frame.

It’s a nice bed. Big and comfortable. Looks like a king. I try to will myself to calm down and get comfortable. “How long do I have to stay like this?”

He puts a bag of peas on each of my sock covered ankles, bringing me immediate relief. “Until I’m finished working. Then we’ll wash up and have dinner before bed.”

He kicks off his boots, changing them into other ones.

I start to panic, wondering how long he’ll be and what’s going to happen tonight. “Where will I sleep?”

Something dark flashes over his eyes. “In my bed. With me.”

I’ll never get away. I have to think of something. I have to get him hammered or come up with something to get him vulnerable. I’ll find a way.

He gives me his back and picks up a gun, getting ready to leave.

My head throbs and my stomach aches and my body hurts. “Could I have a little more medicine?”

He scratches his jaw. “Ibuprofen’s not gonna do much.”

I ease down on the mattress with my hands still cuffed, trying to get into a more comfortable position. “I know. I was kind of hoping you had something else?”

He gulps and his eyes darken. “I’ve got morphine.”

Something inside me tells me not to let this hungry looking man drug me, but I can’t lie here for hours in pain. And he hasn’t taken advantage of me thus far. “Give it to me. Please.”

He nods his head and steps out into the hall. “I’ll be right back.”

I wait for a few minutes while he goes into a room on this hall, and when he returns, he’s wearing gloves, and everything appears to be sterile. I wait patiently while he sets everything up for me, and once the liquid starts flowing through my IV, I look up at the mysterious man over me. “I can trust you. Can’t I?”

I don’t know why I ask. It’s a silly question given all we’ve been through today.

His strong hand reaches for my face, and he grabs a lock of my hair, moving it back and forth slowly between his fingers. “Don’t ever put your trust in me, little fox.”

6

Blackheart

As soon as Montana starts to fade, I rush out of the house, heading to the stables.

I can’t be around her right now. She smells too good, she’s too pretty, and she can’t fight me off. I need to stay away until she wakes back up. A few hours should be enough.

The last thing I need is for her to be in my bed tonight, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting her out of my sight so she can try to stab me to death and run off on one of my horses. No. She’ll sleep handcuffed next to me where there isn’t the slightest possibility of her getting away. And I’ll take care of myself before we lay down so I don’t do anything crazy.

The first stall I go up to belongs to Willow. She’s my newest baby, and I got her about a year ago. A beautiful black Morgan with a feisty personality. She’s a fast learner and eats anything I feed her.

I got Willow from a horse show in Cheyenne. Her owner was getting ready to put her down after she placed last in the competition, and when her brown eyes met mine, I knew I had to have her, and she wanted me too.

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