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I know she’s not making my lunches because she cares about me, no, it’s because she’s looking at me as if I’m a toddler that cannot be trusted in my own kitchen, but I’m flattered by her compassion either way.

It makes rushing home to her an even bigger goal.

I’ve always loved when my work day was over and I could return home, but while it used to be to enjoy peace and quiet, now it’s to enjoy the warmth that my home now has because of my girl’s presence.

When I walk in the front door, Maeve is sitting on the couch with a textbook in her lap. She looks up and spares me a brief glance, but she quickly returns to her book without saying a word.

“Go sit on the sink, I’ll be there in a minute.” I insist while I pull my shoes off and put my slippers on.

I need the traction for my prosthetic and I hate walking around barefoot on the hardwood floor. It’s cold and even the slightest crumb of dirt on my bare feet makes me want to rage clean the entire house, so the slippers are a godsend.

“Excuse you?” She snaps.

I huff a little laugh and approach her on the couch, taking her textbook a moment later. “Bathroom sink, now.” I say again.

“And why would I do that?” She asks.

I quickly grab onto Maeve and toss her over my shoulder. “Because I fucking said so, ma fleur.” I answer with a chuckle.

I walk us both into the bathroom and sit her on the sink before caging her in with my arms. “Are you going to drop your shortsand let me see that pretty little pussy willingly, or am I going to do it for you?” I ask.

Despite her trying to look flustered, I can see it in her eyes that she’s a little turned on. “And why would I do that?” She asks again.

I lean in until our noses are touching and I can feel her breath on my face. “How else am I going to clean your piercing if you won’t let me see?” I ask.

She huffs and rolls her eyes, but I don’t miss what almost looks like disappointment flash across her face for the briefest moment before she hides it with a look of disinterest. “You could always take it out, you know?” She suggests.

I lick her cupid's bow and shake my head. “I don’t think so, ma fleur. You earned that pretty little piercing, and I can’t wait to see what’s next.” I remark.

“There won’t be a next time.” She snaps.

I bark out a laugh and pull back from my girl, but she doesn’t fight me when I grab onto her hips and pull her shorts down her tanned legs. “We’ll see about that.” I mumble.

“Yeah, we will.” She huffs.

While I clean my girl’s piercing with the sterile saline, I grin up at her. “Oh, ma fleur, you seem to think that I didn’t notice how excited you got running from me. Let me guess, you’realready wondering when I will let you run again? Are you already curious what I will do to you next time? Maybe I’ll tattoo you, or a brand, maybe scarification? We’ll run out of places to pierce if that’s the only punishment I have.” I state.

My girl makes an almost silent gasp and her eyes never leave mine. Even when my focus is on the silver hoop that is now a permanent fixture on her body, she’s watching me.

“You wouldn’t…” She whispers.

I stand up and cage her in with my arms, putting our faces mere inches apart again. “Oh, but I would. I vowed to never hurt you, I never vowed not to mark you. If I have to carve my name into every inch of you to prove to you that you’re mine, I will.” I promise her.

Chapter 39

Maeve Henderson

Things feel weird in this house now.

I don’t really know how else to describe it. Aside from coming home from work and cleaning my piercing, he doesn’t try anything sexual with me.

He says that he won’t have sex with me while my piercing is healing, that he won’t risk it getting infected. While I wish I could say I was grateful, a small part of me wishes that he would touch me again.

A very dark part of me wishes he would come back home in a bad mood, throw me on the bed, and have sex with me while I fight him off.

Maybe he could use the duct tape again?

My ankles and wrists are cut up and sore, but it was intoxicating to feel so trapped and helpless, although that’s how my entire life feels right now.

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