Page 71 of Belle

“You’re bluffing,” he chokes out.

I shrug. “If you say so.” I pull the knife from my back pocket before he even realizes what’s happening.

“What the fuck?” The panic on his face is worth everything I just did.

I press the blade to his neck. “I don’t bluff. I’m not scared of you. I hope you fucking rot.” I push the blade into his neck before he can even react.

I should be disgusted at the blood that seeps through the wound, but I’m not. I’m getting some kind of sick pleasure seeing him suffer. His hand flies up to his neck.

“You stupid bitch.” He knocks me to the ground; he’s got a lot more strength left than I thought he would. I wasn’t expecting that.

I watch him pull the knife from his neck and toss it to the ground. He comes flying at me before I have the chance to move.

“I’ll fucking kill you, but I’m gonna get what I want from you first.” His hot breath is on my face and his hands wrap around my neck.

I feel the pressure of his body on top of mine and I’m so pissed at myself for underestimating him. The tell-tale sound of a zipper sends me into a panic. I will not let him take control of me again.

His fist connects with my face, and everything goes black.

* * *

I don’t knowhow much time has passed when I wake up again. I’m on our bed and Chet is pacing the bedroom.

“I didn’t think you were gonna wake up. I’m glad to see I was wrong.”

My body is sore, but I have no idea if he did anything to me while I was out.

“Don’t worry. I haven’t fucked you yet. I almost did downstairs. You were putting up such a fight that I had to knock you out. Then I got the bright idea to bring you up here. I wanna fuck you in the bed you share with him. Then I’m going to leave your dead body for him.”

“You’re fucking delusional,” I spit out.

“Says the girl tied to her bed.”

He walks over towards me, running his hands over my body. I fight the urge to throw up. “Don’t pretend like my touch makes you sick. You’re a fucking whore. You don’t care who touches you.” His fingers are traveling dangerously close to my panties. I try to jerk around, but that only makes him apply more force.

Just when I think all hope is lost, I hear the click of a gun. “Get your fucking hands off her.”

I let out a huge sigh of relief.

The knight in shining armor isn’t rescuing the princess this time. He’s here for the villain.

Chet puts his hands up in surrender, backing away from the bed. “Now, now, Maddox. There’s no need for guns. We can share her, she’s a whore.” He laughs.

“Get the fuck away from the bed,” he growls. Honestly, he’s never looked sexier.

With the gun still pointed in Chet’s direction, he quickly unties me. “Please. Let me do it,” I beg him. I need to do this.

He hands me the gun and then rushes over to hold on to Chet before he decides to get the bright idea to run.

“Oh, this is rich. You should have done it when you had the chance.” Chet laughs.

“You’re a fucking piece of shit. I’m going to go to sleep every night feeling nothing but relief that I took you from this earth.” I pull the trigger, just as Maddox dives out of the way. There’s no hesitation on my part. I’ve been waiting years to finally do this.

I collapse on the floor, sobbing. Maddox is instantly by my side, hands in my hair, whispering that it’s finally over.

“That felt so fucking good.” My sobs turn to laughter, and before I know it, Maddox is laughing too.

“Oh, by the way. I’m pregnant.”

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