Page 48 of Endgame
Another threat. It’s always a threat with him. I gulp, hoping he doesn’t notice.
“Creative ways. With or without electricity, you could be out cold in seconds.”
Though my collar is off, I feel his warning on my throat. Imagine his hands on either side of my neck, using just enough pressure. He’d deprive me of just enough air.
I’d faint.
I’d be at his mercy.
Sure, he’s obscenely handsome. Commanding. Hot.
My body reacts to him, despite the danger he poses. But it’d be really dumb of me to give him so much power over me again.
At least when I’m up, I have a fighting chance.
“Fine.” I release both women.
They exhale in relief, their feet shuffling behind me.
“Oh!”
I turn in time to see Rylee slipping.
“I’ve got you.” Elena catches her by her waist, steadying her.
“Are you two done here?” How the fuck can he manage that? Sounding authoritative and nonchalant when I’m burning up inside?
“Yes, sir.” Elena’s voice is meek.
Both women have their hands clasped in front of them, waiting for his orders. When I look at my future husband, I find him staring right at me. “We waxed her first.”
“You what?” I whisper-shout.
As I push away bubbles, my eyes cut downward.
Sure enough, my pussy is smooth. My armpits are too. My nails, they’re?—
“We gave her both a manicure and pedicure, per your orders,” Elena says. Her apologetic tone reveals her uncertainty about this situation.
Everett’s face is bare of any emotion whatsoever.
His rage is gone. Expression shuttered.
Well, guess what?
I’mnot over this. Over being humiliated while naked and defenseless. Over getting married to someone who hates me.
I refuse to take it.
I slap a wet hand on the rim of the tub. Water droplets splash on the floor. My nipples float above water.
Nothing new for anyone in the room, apparently.
Twisting to Elena, I snarl. “Were you the one who removed the plug out of my ass?”
At my blunt question, she chokes. Coughs. Nearly trips over herself.
One more step, and she’d be in the tub with me.
