Page 78 of Kinks of a Billionaire
“It won’t cause you any long-term harm.”
My pulse skyrocketed. There was a mad glint in his eyes. Had he always been sick? He looked like a psychopath standing in front of me, sneering.
“You can’t be sure,” I scolded. My tongue felt thick in my mouth and I retched. I twisted and threw up to the side, the scent of vomit causing me to gag again. I swallowed the bile in my throat before I asked, “What did you drug me with?”
Stuart smoothed a hand over the front of his shirt.
“My mother assured me it won’t hurt the baby.” He rolled his eyes. “She used the same one when she was pregnant with me.”
I bit my tongue, swallowing the words that burned in my mouth. Nothing about that was reassuring.
I tried a different approach rather than pointing out he and his family were certifiably insane.
“Stuart, you have to let me go.” If it meant getting out of here, I was willing to beg, to appeal to any sense of humanity he had. “This… this can’t be good for my…” I cut myself off, hating the next words I pushed past my lips. “Forourbaby.”
His smile collapsed into a frown. “You don’t mean it. You’re trying to take the baby away from me. You’re trying to ruin us. My family.” He spread his arms. “But I’ll show you we can be together again.”
“Be together?”
I couldn’t wrap my head around what he was saying. The situation was too surreal.
“Yes, I’ll show you we are meant to be. Ashford is just a phase.”
“He’s my husband!”
Jesus Christ. How could I have missed the signs?
“We’ll remedy that. Once I fuck you, you’ll see reason. Royce will just be a bad memory.” He spat the name, the whites of his eyes terrifying in the shadows.
I shook my head. “No. He’s my husband. He’s the man I’ve always loved.” Panic climbed higher in my chest, but I forced it back down. “You cannot erase that. Please, Stuart. We can be friends.”
He reached for his belt, undoing it slowly. “Looks like I’ll have to fuck his memory out of you.”
“Wh-what?”No. Please no.
“You’ll see, Willow. You’ll like it.”
I swallowed bile, the acid burning the back of my throat. “I—I’m feeling sick, Stuart.”
“Drugs were a necessity.” Remorse entered his voice. “We just need some time and I’ll fix you.”
The full impact of what was happening hit me. Stuart was out of his freaking mind. Deranged.
But I needed to keep him talking until I could come up with a plan or… until Royce found me. I had no doubt he was looking for me right now.
“Where are your parents?” I asked as I battled to keep the hot tears from pooling in my eyes.
“They’re right outside,” he snapped. “They’ll be our witnesses.”
I fought the need to throw up again. “Witnesses?”
“Yes. Your marriage to Royce will be null and void.” He was downright crazy. His voice escalated before he took a deep breath and proceeded to push his pants over his briefs. “He’llsee that you wantme.” Another sadistic smirk flickered over his face. “Or we’ll have to kill him,” he said simply.
Stale air scraped against my lungs as I watched him discard his pants. I yanked my wrists, fighting against the iron headboard I was tied to.
It was clear by now that there was no reasoning with people like Stuart and his parents. They didn’t see me as a person, but as a means to get what they wanted. The Harris inheritance, which stipulated an heir was required to claim it.
“How big is this inheritance?” I asked as I shifted on the bed, working on the ropes while prolonging the discussion. I moved my hands behind me, searching for any way to break the rope.
