Falling for the Villain by M. Robinson
CHAPTER SEVEN
Juliet
One Week Later
“Wake up!” Master yelled, jolting me out of a restless sleep.
I was still naked, angry, and tired. It must have been the middle of the night. He was shirtless, his golden skin exposed for me to bask in. Gorgeous muscles framed his shoulders; his abs were a thing of beauty. However, the vision of him had me realizing that not all pretty things were meant to be touched, to be admired. Maybe some of the prettiest of all should come with warning signs.
“Yes, Master,” I mumbled.
“On your knees.”
Cautiously, I moved from the bed to my knees and waited. He pressed his hand against my back and shoved me closer to the floor until my legs hurt until my face was pressed sideways against the floor.
“Let’s try this again.”
I couldn’t speak. My jaw hurt as I waited for the pain to end. For the nightmare to be over.
For my bedroom.
My family.
My friends.
My safety.
No matter how attractive he was—he would always be the monster.
He jerked his hand away, and I heard him shuffling around.
“Lift your head.”
Slowly, I did.
“Now, crawl to me and come lay next to me.”
“Lay next to you?”
“Did I ask for questions, pet?”
I wanted to scream but screaming meant I’d be punished, and I was just too fucking exhausted. Over the last week, he only came into my room to feed me from his hand. Three times a day, making me look forward to his company and the comfort of the food he always brought with him. Each time, we played this same game.
Master.
Pet.
He talked about random things, praising and complimenting me on my manners. Telling me how much of a good girl I was for him. It was sick and fucking demented; he made me need him. To think about only him. When he would be back, when he would be with me again, when he would feed me, touch me, tell me how beautiful I was.
Surrendering.
Complacent.
Broken.
“I’m sorry, Master.”
“Good girl.”
Those two words, those two fucking words, I looked forward to them too. Getting on my hands and knees, I did as I was told. The instant I sat beside him, he didn’t hesitate in the least. Laying my head on his chest. I think I froze for a few seconds.
“Relax, pet, and go back to sleep.”
There was something about the way those words just effortlessly flowed from his mouth that was calming, peaceful, so I shut my eyes. When I woke up later, I was alone. He was gone, and I instantly missed his warmth against my skin, his heartbeat against my ear, his body against mine.
Further reminding me, I truly was his.