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“I have.”

He shook his head. “I wouldn’t have caught you touching yourself if you’d learned your lesson.”

“You’re driving me fucking crazy,” I said with a growl.

“The feeling is fucking mutual.” Instead of engaging in more of our back and forth arguing that would get us nowhere, he pushed off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. Moments later, he returned with a dampened hand towel. “Spread your legs.”

I parted them, and he started on the insides of my thighs, the towel a warm, teasing caress that made me throb at the core. His green stare bored into me as he brought the cloth to the apex of my sex. He spent a couple of minutes wiping me clean, his fingers dipping inside me through the towel every few seconds.

By the time he pulled away, he had me panting.

“That should do it,” he said, tossing the towel in the laundry basket by the door.

I arched a brow. “Are you seriously going to leave me like this? How am I supposed to go to the bathroom?”

“Guess you’ll have to air dry.” He tugged me up by the shoulders. “I’ll be back in a while with dinner.”

I watched him leave, helpless to stop him. I couldn’t even run after him, with my ankle shackled to the bed. The window, the door, and the toilet in the bathroom were my boundaries. He’d promised more ginger if I acted out—such as throwing the tantrum I was tempted to. I was only allowed to pound on the door in the event of an emergency. I supposed I should feel lucky he hadn’t plugged my ass for touching myself.

Instead, he’d taken the use of my hands. Damn him. He was relentless in his pursuit of punishment. Impossible to negotiate with, because in his mind, I’d gone too far this time.

Okay, so maybe I had. Taking off to confront my dad had been bad enough, but I’d added to my tab of shame by slashing Jax’s tires. And that was my problem; I acted then questioned the wisdom of those actions later. With a shaky sigh, my emotions too close to boiling over, I headed into the bathroom and sat on the toilet, prepared to sit awhile toair dry, as he’d said.

God, he was fucking twisted.

Had I been cursed with my time of the month, having my hands cuffed at my back would be impossible. As I counted the tiles in the backsplash behind the sink, colors alternating between brown and blue, I wondered if he’d let me bleed all over the place. In the mood he was in, I wouldn’t put it past him.

My gaze stalled on the twenty-ninth tile, and my spine stiffened. Monthly curse. Bleeding.

What date was it?

I’d lost track of time. It wasn’t hard to do when life didn’t demand a conformity to schedules. When I had no nine-to-five job to worry about. Hell, I barely knew what day of the week it was anymore.

This wasn’t the first time I’d lost track of shit. A few weeks ago, I’d forgotten a pill.

One fucking pill.

But as soon as I realized my mistake, I doubled up like I was supposed to. Yet I hadn’t told Rafe. He would have worried, not to mention sat my ass down for a lecture on being responsible, since there was no way in hell he wanted to bring a child into our psychotic, dangerous lifestyle. He’d left his son alone in order to protect him, to give him the best shot of a normal life with his grandparents.

So I’d put it out of my mind at the time, figuring the odds were in our favor. Something had to be in our favor because everything else always took a nosedive. Crashed and burned. Plummeted to the ground and shattered. That was the tumultuous story of our lives. But now I could think of nothing else but that missed pill. I glanced down at my flat belly and gulped.

I was pretty fucking certain I was late.

21. Jade Like Her Eyes - Rafe

I kept her hands under lock and key for two days. The punishment wasn’t easy, on either of us, but it was necessary. Something had to break through her rebellious spirit. Maybe we’d fallen into a battle of wills, but I didn’t care. I was determined to win this one.

On the second morning since I’d caught her masturbating, I pushed open the bedroom door and found her right where I’d left her the night before.

“I have to fucking pee.” Alex glared at me from the bed. The morning announced its presence by beaming sunlight through the window, splashing her body in warm, golden tones. Dark curls cascaded around a face pinched in anger.

She didn’t like being strapped to the bed, both hands cuffed to the headboard, one foot trapped by the chain at the end. Spread out before me, vulnerable to my every whim, Alex had never looked so beautiful.

I entered the room and set her breakfast of cereal and dried fruit on the bedside table. “Sleep well?” I asked, a smirk on my face as I freed her hands from the cuffs.

She crawled toward the edge of the mattress. “What do you think?”

I figured she’d slept horribly these past two nights. Between that and having her hands cuffed at her back for long periods of time, I hoped it would be enough to deter her from trying to get herself off the next time her rebellious cunt tempted her hand.

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