Page 163 of Pucking Obsessed

“I said, turn around.”

Huh, didn’t take Heine long to start issuing commands.

Tying me up, handfeeding me water, and ordering me around.

It’s like Heine believes that he’s the dom in this room.

I grimace.

I hate this.

I fucking hate this.

I resist by simply not responding.

It’s effective.

Heine slams the whip thudding onto the bed beside me; I force myself not to startle. “Don’t ignore me.”

My lips quirk up at the side.

Fuck. You.

Then I jolt forward with a gasp of pain, as the whip cracks down, lighting a line of fire across my back.

There’s no pleasure for me, only intense pain.

Heine grabs my curls, yanking back my head. “If you won’t hurt me, then I’ll hurt you.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Freedom Mansion, Captain’s Hall

Eden

Rage chokesthe words in my throat.

I try to speak but nothing comes out. Part of me expects to spew smoke and embers.

Inside, however, I’m numb.

I’m focused on my mission.

Is this what soldiers feel like? SAS?Assassins?

I’d have made a good one of those.

In the darkness, I stare up in silence at the huge mansion. Under the moonlight, it looks like the dream home that Shay drew as our elementary class assignment. Of course, he added extras like an inside ice rink and a slide from the bedroom to the motorcycle filled garage.

D’Angelo may have those too.

No one is taking this dream away from my brother.

I may need to be consumed by flames to hold my shit together enough for both my twin and myself. But if that means this new life is saved for Shay, then I’ll willingly burn.

Freedom Mansion is in the middle of a forest behind iron gates. It’s down a long driveway, which is surrounded by wooded gardens. The mansion is white with shuttered, glowing lanterns, and columns like it belongs in heaven.

I scan the darkened windows.

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