wanted you dead, and she was betting on me killing you. I will not be giving her the
satisfaction. But neither of you will be going near her again. You’re being
transferred out. You should be fucking thankful.”
The two of them mumbled something unintelligible, but I shook my head
ignoring it.
“Get someone to clean them up and out of my fucking sight. I want them in New
Mexico in twelve hours.”
Scott nodded and spoke into his tech watch that doubled as a communication
device. “Eric, get your ass in here,” I heard him say as I walked out the door and
down to the gym. I had some serious fury to unleash, and if I found another body, it
probably wouldn’t last much longer than Romero and Alex did.
41
REGRET
W hen I woke up several hours later, it was dark, and the pain in my arm was
starting to return. I looked down at my gauze wrapped arm and sighed, defeat
washing over me. How could I have been so stupid? How did I get so wrapped up in
the idea that I was invincible?
I shuffled under the sheets, turning on my other side, and realized Darren was
sitting in one of the leather chairs by the window, watching me.
I felt my stomach drop, and I immediately looked away before eventually
burying my face in the pillow. After a few moments, I heard Darren get up and felt
his weight on the bed at my side. Gripping my shoulders, he pulled me away from
the pillow and forced me to look at him, but my eyes went elsewhere.
“Look at me,” he ordered, his hands holding my face while his thumbs rubbed
against my cheeks.
Fighting the rebellion, my eyes found his, and I felt myself sink inward.
“How’s your arm,” he asked.
“Tolerable,” I muttered.
“I had the wolf that bit you tested for disease. He was clean, so you should be
fine, but I want you to take some antibiotics twice a day for a few days to prevent
infection.”
“Okay.”
Darren exhaled and began twirling a lock of my hair between his fingers.
“I imagine you hoped I would kill Romero and Alex?” he asked me, his eyes
focused on the hair he was playing with.
I gulped back my fear and looked away, regretting my honesty. “Yes.”
“You should know that though they may be a bloody pile of broken bones, they
are still breathing.”
I nodded. Darren was catching on to me. Fuck.
Darren then grabbed my face and brought my eyes back to his. “That’s three
guards I’ve had to replace because of you and your antics. It ends now,” he growled
down at me.
My eyes fell as I nodded slightly. I felt too shitty to argue.
“I hope you realize your bite mark is not an escape card from your punishment
for sneaking out.”
“I know,” I said, disappointment escaping my lungs.
My fingers dug into the sheets as I listened to Darren stand and remove his belt,
the sound of the metal clicking sending shivers up my spine. I knew what was to
come, and I couldn’t help but tense up. The only warning I received was when
Darren gripped my upper arms and threw me over his lap. He ripped my leggings
down my legs and began to pelt my ass with his belt. I tried to count like I was
supposed to, but he was hitting me too fast and too hard to concentrate and keep
up.
“Why is it every time I give you an inch, you run a damn marathon, huh? Every
time!” he bellowed, striking me harder.
Pain flared everywhere, heat claiming my body as my fingers dug into the
sheets, my teeth grinding as I fought to keep from screaming.
“I almost had to watch you get eaten by wolves, Jaden. Fucking wolves! After
everything I’d just done for you!”
“I’m sorry!” I screamed, but Darren did not relent.
By the time he was done, I was shaking, my face wet with tears and my throat
dry from the cries I forced myself to silence.
Tossing the belt to the floor, Darren flipped me onto my back and stood to allow
his pants to fall. Holding my hips up so that my ass didn’t touch the bed, he
entered me with enough force to rock my entire being, but like a gift from God, I
was wet as fuck down there.
As I got deeper into this relationship of ours, it became clearer and clearer to me
that my turn-on of fear and pain made being fucked by him so much easier. I had a
feeling Darren wouldn’t care much if I was dry down there. He’d make do, and I’d
suffer so much more because of it. It was better this way. I saw that now. At least
I’d get some level on enjoyment in the end.
“God, you are so fucking wet,” he groaned as he slowly rocked himself in and
out of me. I was barely able to contain the whimpers I wanted to release. “You just
love getting your ass beat, don’t you?”
He’d jerked harder with that little question, and my answer came in the form of
a wail that bordered on a moan and a scream. If beating me meant he’d use his dick
on my pussy, then I wanted him to pound the shit
