do?”
“Drugged your shot,” he said plainly as he pulled his phone out. “It’s a long
flight. It’s better you sleep through it.”
Now, I was pissed, but I was too tired to berate him about it.
“Stop … drugging … my … shit …” I forced myself to say before the drug took
over and it was lights out.
Jaden slumped against my chest, her soft rhythmic breathing confirming she was
asleep as she should be. Her short legs dangled over my knees above the floor,
her arms limp in her lap while her head rested against my shoulder. She was so
perfect, so incredibly adorable, yet so infuriating. And maybe that was why I liked
her, why I was obsessed with her. Her unpredictability was fascinating, and I
couldn’t wait to see the change in her once we returned home.
Things would be different for her because everything would be even more
controlled than it already was. She’d brought it on herself, but I had a feeling she
was prepared to live with that. She could stay mad at me for Holly all she wanted,
but in the end, she had to see the logic in my ways. She would learn to respect my
decisions even if she didn’t like or agree with them. She would learn her place and
adapt to the world around her. Whether she wanted to or not.
Before returning for her, I made sure everything was in place for her arrival. Her
new bodyguards were on standby and had been specially trained to handle her with
the utmost care. Firm, but gentle. If Jaden got out of hand, she was to be
tranquilized immediately to prevent further injury, and when she woke up, I would
deal with her.
She was not to sulk in her room all day. I wanted her mind and body active at all
times. There would be no opportunity for her to sink back into that depression. And
she would be watched twenty-four-seven. Her bodyguards would watch her until
her bedtime; two more men would wait outside her bedroom door when she wasn’t
sleeping in my room, and I’d have my men standing outside the house patrolling
her windows. Any chemicals, substances, or tools that could be used or devised into
a weapon were removed from her room and bathroom. No more makeshift Molotov
cocktails.
So long as Jaden behaved, she could go outside as often as she wanted for
however long she wanted. She had to remain within the sights of her bodyguards at
all times and listen to every command without complaint or else there would be
consequences. No skipping meals and she was to exercise every day, though I
doubted that would be an issue.
She had a long way to go to earn my trust back, and even then, I wasn’t sure if I
ever really could. I still had to show her that life with me could be good, but she had
to learn and accept her place first. That was always the hardest part with her,
making her listen. I needed to come up with a way to get her to become just as
obsessed with me as I was with her—one total mind fuck. I had an idea, one that I
knew would work, but I wanted to exhaust all other options before I finally pushed
her that far.
Curling a lock of her red hair around my finger, I rubbed my thumb over the soft
strands, and I couldn’t help but notice the corner of my mouth starting to ache. I
was smiling like a fool. She did that to me when she was quiet and subservient. But
I loved the fight in her … I loved it a little too much. I wanted that fire of hers to
burn me while I fucked her into oblivion. I wanted to feel her nails drawing blood
from my back while she screamed my name in ecstasy. I wanted her to hate fuck me
until I couldn’t feel my dick anymore. And when the lines between love and hate
finally began to blur for her, all she would feel for me was passion. Beautiful.
Obsessive. Passion.
That was enough for me.
I hoped.
20
CHAINS
W hen I finally woke up, I was sitting back in my seat with my seat belt strapped
tightly around my middle. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I yawned and
stretched, finding Darren sitting in his seat across from me with his focus on his
laptop. Curling into myself, I pulled my knees up to my chest, my long dress
covering my legs entirely, and gathered enough courage to look out the window. My
stomach churned as my eyes lingered on the land below us, the clouds surrounding
the plane, and the sun bright as fuck in the distance. After a few short seconds, I’d
seen enough and closed the window. That was when I felt the pressure on my
bladder increase.
Twisting my legs together, I tried to hold it for as long as I could,
