Page 6 of Twisted Bonds
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Description: Olive married Erik Harrison a year ago, and the abuse started as soon as they returned from their honeymoon. It's become so violent that Olive now fears for her life. She's been to the hospital multiple times but has never filed a report because her husband is a high-ranking police officer.
It goes on to tell in detail all the injuries she's suffered at the hands of her husband.Erik Harrison.The name sounds familiar, so I pull up my old social media account and put his name in the search bar since Olive's isn't coming up. If she's married to an abusive husband, there is no way he will allow her to have a social media account.
Bingo.
Erik Harrison graduated from the same high school as us, only he's three years older. Scrolling through his page, I stop when I find a picture of his brother and a friend. I remember his brother, but it's his friend that has me captivated. With his dark hair and piercing green eyes, Beau is givingthe camera a smile I love so much as he stands with his friend, Blake Harrison. An ache starts in my chest, so I continue scrolling.
Going back to more recent pictures to see if I can find my old friend in any, there are a few. However, more recent ones show Erik with a familiar redhead, looking cozier than he should be, being a married man and all. My blood boils with what is staring me right in the face. While my old friend suffers from abuse all alone, her abuser is out getting cozy with the town slut in public. His disrespect for his wife in doing this has me slamming the file closed.
"What is it?" Laney asks, concerned, as I collect my things.
"I'll be back for my appointment with Olive, but clear my whole day. I have something I need to take care of." I'm fuming as I leave my office and head home.
Three
Ryan
Hurrying back to the Manor, I quickly go upstairs and head to the room I have in mind for my old friend. I will not have her staying in the shelter with the others. We may not have been close these past six years, but she was once my very best friend and tried multiple times to try and talk to me while I was using, but I always shot her down. Now, I'm going to make it up to her.
The room I have in mind is in the same wing as mine and a different one than Bain's. It's also away from the door to the third floor. I'm not worried about her finding out about us because she would never judge me. She knew my father well, so I doubt she will consider Bain my father figure.
"What's going on, pretty girl?"
I jump at the sound of Bain's voice behind me. "Damn it," I say, grabbing my chest, then chuckling. "I didn't realize you were home."
Bain strolls over to me with his hands in his pockets as he looks at the clean linens I grabbed for the bed. "Are you changing rooms?"
"What?" I'm confused at first, but then it hits me. "Oh, no. Sorry, I probably should have asked you first." I sit on the edge of the bed and let out a long breath.
"What is it?" Bain asks, coming to stand before me.
"I have an appointment this afternoon with a local woman whose husband has been abusing her since after their honeymoon. She doesn't know what to do or where to go. Bain, Olive was my best friend up until my father died, then I pushed her away. I want her to stay here and not at the shelter house."
"You don't need my permission, Ryan. This is your home, too." Tilting his head, he studies me momentarily, then asks, "Do we need to pause on ourarrangement?"
"No. She will understand if she finds out; she won't judge me. Olive knew my father well, so she won't see you as my father figure." I look up at him, smirking.
I notice his brown eyes darken at the mention of our relationship with one another. Like me, for some odd reason, it turns him on, like it's taboo or something. Grinning, I stand up with the sheets.
"Give me a few minutes and I'll meet you…"
"No, you won't." Bain takes the sheets and tosses them to the side before his hand snakes up and wraps around my neck. "Be a good girl and pull your pants down for me."
"Sir…" I rasp, but he shakes his head, telling me his mood. "Daddy Bain…"
Giving me his wicked little grin, he tells me once more, "Pull. Your.Pants. Down."
I quickly obey him as my pussy begins to throb. Once they are pushed down to my knees, Bain's deep, baritone voice orders, "Open your shirt and pull those fucking tits out for me."
I whimper and do precisely that, and when he demands that I open his pants and take his cock out, I'm all too happy to do that as well. As soon as my hand wraps around his girth, he hisses, and I tingle, knowing that I have a certain amount of power over him. He loves my touch and hardens more once he's in my hand. I can't help but grin and bite my lip.
"Oh, you think it's funny getting Daddy Bain all hard and throbbing for your slutty cunt?" he asks with a lifted brow, and I nod.
Still holding onto my neck, he shoves me onto my back, the soft mattress catching my fall. His other hand dives between my legs, and his fingers thrust into me. "Oh God…" I moan.
