Page 24 of The Cat's Dom

She tensed. She hadn’t meant to talk about the things that had happened to her. “I … I had an accident with my leg.”

He grasped her shoulders and held her away from him, bent, and looked at her in the eyes.

“Don’t lie to me,” he said.

“It happened years ago. It’s not important, Macy.”

“Baby, everything about you is important. Answer my question.”

She sighed and swallowed. Just thinking about that time made her leg ache. “Maximus did it.” God, she’d never forget the pain she felt. It was one of the worse things he’d done to her. The worst thing he did to her, and the one that scarred her the most, was bringing in two of his friends. They were at her all night. By the time they were done, she was bleeding out her cunt, ass, nose, and throat and had more bruises than ever before. That night she really thought she’d die. That had happened several times in the years she’d been with the monster, and she wanted to die each time.

He shook her, making her release the memory and concentrate on him again. “Tell me.”

Oh, God. The last thing she wanted to talk about was this, but the look in his eyes told her he’d stand there all night if they had to.

“He slammed his foot down on my leg. I was on the concrete floor in the basement at the time, not in good shape because he’d just gotten done beating me, and I wasn’t able to move fast enough to move my leg.”

She saw a muscle tick in his jaw, and his nostrils flared. She knew he was trying to gain control of himself, so she didn’t say anything and waited.

He swallowed a few times. “What happened after?”

“He had a guy come in and set it.”

“A doctor?”

“I don’t know. He wrapped it in a bandage, and I couldn’t walk on it for two months.”

“Did that fucker feel remorse at all?”

She shook her head.

“Did he at least leave you alone while you healed?”

She paused and shook her head again.

“That motherfucker is going to die,” Macy growled.

“Wait,” she said and placed her hand on his chest. “I don’t want you in trouble or taken away. Please. I wouldn’t be able to handle it if you were.”

He cupped her chin, and she was amazed by how gentle he was when she could tell he was still furious.

“I promise not to let anything take me away from you. Okay?”

“Okay.”

He pulled her against his body again and held her for the longest time. Tears came to her eyes because she could feel how much her getting hurt affected him. His heart still pounded rapidly, and he was trying to slow his breathing.

After a few minutes, he released her. “Why don’t you go into the living room and find a movie you want to watch while I shower?”

“I can do that.”

“Good.” He stopped her before he closed the bathroom door. “And no chick flicks, Little Sub.”

She laughed and walked into the living room. She realized she hadn’t felt so lighthearted in years, and it was all because of Macy. She just hoped she did nothing to lose him.

Chapter Thirteen

Macy closed the bathroom door and pressed his forehead against the wood. Fuck. He wanted to put his fist through the door or a wall to release his fury. He couldn’t get the picture of her already bruised and that fucker stomping her leg and breaking it. The pain must have been tremendous.

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