A chair I’d cried countless tears in after my husband died.
Minutes since he’s lowered himself into the chair without a word to me. Captive to a man I loved who hid a secret so dark and corrupt it’s ruined me.
I'm pathetic, weak and completely at his mercy. Minutes since he’s opened that door and let his eyes rest on me. It's been only minutes since he’s come back into the room though. Hours of me screaming and fighting him, clawing at him and trying to escape his strong grip. Hours must have passed by now since I found out the truth. I wince and suck in a breath through clenched teeth my shoulders are screaming in pain. I try to scoot my body up on the bed to soothe my sore arms, but the rope tied around my wrists chafes and tightens with the sudden pull. My body is restless and my eyes burn with a desperate need to cry, but I have nothing left. He won’t look at me he merely stares at the ground in complete silence. His fingers rub back and forth along the back of his head as if there’s a thought inside his mind he can’t quite reach. His elbows rest on his thighs as he hunches over the edge of the reading chair with his head in his hands. I stare at him across the other side of his bedroom, where he's sitting in the corner. If only I'd known this man was the cause of my pain. I'd been so desperate to feel anything but the heartache and misery I’d succumbed to. He made that promise to me the first night, and I so easily fell into his bed. It was everything I desired when I met him.
Mason whispered the words so close to my ear, sending a shiver of want through my body. Just my name and what I've done to you tonight. The only thing you need to remember is my name. What he’s done is unforgivable, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to let me go. I don’t know what choices I have, or how I’ll survive this. There’s no way we can go back to what we once had, and it’s not as easy as walking away. That he was the reason my world crumbled.
I knew it was too good to be true, but I never could have imagined he’d be capable of something so cold and cruel. Then I learned the truth: the sins and secrets of what had really brought us together. With him I felt complete, as if fate had given me a second chance. That his love gave me a reason to breathe again. That his lips on mine made my worries vanish. It’s not fair that his touch eased my pain. There was a hunger in his eyes that wouldn’t be sated, and a confidence in his stride that told me I could never run from him. What’s even better is that he looked at me the same way. The kind that make your body ache, and your heart hammer. Mason Thatcher gave me chills when I first laid eyes on him.
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