Page 124 of Cuffed By Love

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On Sunday morning,I went for a run. Having spent Friday night and Saturday with Devin, it was time to step out of the bubble we were in and face the rest of the world. And I missed Wyatt terribly. I finish off the last of the water in my bottle and skip up the steps to shower. Devin’s spending the morning with his parents, so I won’t see him till later for dinner. I run the shower in my en-suite and read a text from Devin.

Devin:

‘You’ve warped my mind, you devious little vixen.’

I grin and send him a text back.

Me:

‘I’m about to get really, really wet, such a shame you’re not here.’

I snicker and drop my phone on the bed and strip off for my shower. My muscles are aching, and I’ve been feeling really run down lately. Things have been pretty hectic and chaotic lately, so it’s not really surprising. I’m halfway through washing the conditioner out of my hair when I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around me from behind. I jump, startled at first; then I feel the throbbing erection pressed against my back and grin. This boy is unbelievable.

“And you call me devious? How did you get in here, Dev? What did you do climb through the bloody window?” I giggle when he nuzzles my neck and utters a hoarse ‘mhm’ in response. “I cannot believe you left your parents to come here to get laid.”

I gasp, surprised when he cups my pussy and pulls me roughly against him to grind himself against my bum while sinking his teeth into my shoulder. I hiss. “Ahh, Dev, take it easy. What are you—”

“Shhh.” I wince when his fingers curl around my throat. What on earth is he doing? He’s not usually like this…in fact, he’s never been like this.

“Devin, what has gotten into you.” I lift my hand and curl my fingers around his wrist to pry it away from my throat, but he tightens his grip. “Dev!” I yelp. If this is some sort of joke, I swear to God I’m going to kill him. What the hell is he playing at?

“Try again, sunshine.” A deep surly voice growls in my ear, and I stiffen. My blood goes frosty in my veins.

No. This isn’t real. It’s just my mind playing tricks on me again. He’s not real. I’m going to close my eyes, and when I open them again, he’ll vanish…like he always does. So I squeeze my eyes shut, open them again and whimper when I feel his breath on my ear and cringe. “You can’t be real.”

“Want me to prove to you how real I am, sunshine?” I rip myself out of his hold and slowly turn to face him. The moment my eyes meet his icy blue ones, I’m stricken. My panic takes over, and I can’t think straight.

“You—you should be in prison. How are you…”

A dark smirk. “I got an early release,” Scott tells me, those blue eyes I once loved leer at me, standing naked before him. I cover myself with my arms and slowly back away when he takes a step toward me. “I’ve been a real good boy for you, baby.”

“Scott, please, I’m begging you, just leave. I won’t tell anyone you were here, I swear.” I utter, my voice wavers as I fight back the tears.

Scott chuckles, “Leave? Oh, baby, I’m not going anywhere without you. I’ve waited two long years, counting down every single day till I get to see your beautiful face again.” I turn to run out of the shower, but he grabs the back of my neck and draws me back against him. “Ah, ah, ah. Where do you think you’re going? Aren’t you happy to see me?” He utters lowly in my ear. “I’ve been watching you, Mira. You’ve been quite the busy girl, haven’t you?” The threatening edge laced in his voice sends a slow fretful shiver down my spine. “Fucking around with both those guys. They’re brothers, right? And you had the cheek to get upset when I called you a little slut.” I cry out when his fingers curl in my hair, and he yanks my head back.

“Scott, please…” I weep helplessly, “Let me go.”

The water shuts off, and he walks us out of the shower. “Not this time.” He growls, “You’re going to get dressed, and you’re going to be a good girl and come with me.”

I shake my head. “No, I’m not going anywhere with you.”

Scott's fingers tighten in my hair, and I hiss. “Mira, don’t provoke me. I don’t want to have to hurt you.”

“What do you want from me?!” I whimper when he shoves me into my bedroom. I pick up a towel and cover my body with it.

Scott smiles, flashing his pearly white teeth. That same panty-melting smile he used to woo me now scares the very life right out of me. “What I’ve always wanted, Mira…you. I’ve had a lot of time to think while I was locked up. I know I did some terrible things to you, baby, but it’s only because I love you so much and can’t bear the thought of anyone else having you. I want you all to myself.”

I back up as he advances toward me, my eyes darting around the room to find something, anything to help me escape. There's only one thing I can do. “I was always only yours, Scott, but I can’t be with a man who uses me as his personal punching bag.”

“I’ve changed Mira; prison changed me. I won’t ever hurt you again, I promise. I just want us to go back to being us again.” Scott insists, reaching out to stroke my cheek. If I didn’t know what a lunatic he is, I’d believe him. He’s not changed at all; he’s still got that crazy obsessive look in his eyes.

I force myself to nod, “Okay, let me get dressed, and we’ll go wherever you want.” Scott smiles and leans in to kiss me, but I turn my head, and he catches my cheek. I shudder inwardly, my fingers tighten around the towel and clutch it closer against my body and step away. Scott watches me intently as I walk toward my walk-in closet to get something to wear. With trembling fingers, I pull on a black T-shirt and a pair of shorts. I need to waste time until Wyatt or Ayla come home or find a way to get to my phone long enough to send out an SOS.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Scott announces, coming to stand behind me. My instincts tell me to move away, but I keep still.

“You do?”

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