Page 137 of Plunge into Obsession

I couldn’t believe I let him fuck me.

Then fell asleep shortly after with him in the room.

I was right. He was a monster, and I still didn’t know what his relation to Luis was…

Or perhaps he was Luis.

Perhaps Luis was a name he used when he lured away innocent women.

My heart sickened at the thought, and I blinked away the moisture building in my eyes just as the door opened and Gabriel walked in.

He was fully dressed and appeared wide awake, despite having gone to sleep much later than me—or at all.

Of all the ways I had expected to start my first day as a wife, being tied to the bed and questioning his ethics was not it.

I wished I had put some clothes on before bed—or that he had put some on me before he decided to tie me up.

Now I was left vulnerable and trapped.

I swallowed as he looked at me with those dark eyes of his.

We didn’t say anything for a moment. Then I sat up on the bed, clutching the sheet to my chest.

“Now what?”

I shifted when he didn’t answer me right away.

Then, “Now you learn how to live as my wife.”

I shook my head. “You want me for the baby, but we don’t have to stay married for that.”

His eyes flared at the words, and he shook his head. “No, baby. We’re going to stay married.Youand this baby will stay by my side. For the rest of my life.”

I shook my head. “What kind of marriage can we possibly have?”

“The kind where you can’t leave,” he answered, and with a straight face too.

How could this possibly be the direction of my life now?

I shook my head.

“Yes,” he said, cupping my cheek.

“You need to untie me so I can get ready for my day.” I yanked the bindings.

I didn’t bother to ask him why he had done it. It was obvious it was a precaution to keep me in bed while he went off doing who the fuck knew what.

I didn’t think he would listen to me, but he surprised me when he reached for the knife he had on him.

I shivered a little at the flash of silver before he pushed the blade through the binding, releasing me.

I made a show of rubbing my wrist, even though he hadn’t tied me up that tightly.

I fucking hoped he felt bad, but…

Could a man like Gabriel feel bad about anything?

I stopped moving when he grabbed my wrist and moved the joint gently, taking stock of my supposed injury.

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