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Authors: Alannah Carbonneau
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Therefore your body belongs to me. The sooner you accept this, the easier your life will be.”
“I will never accept that.” I snapped angrily. I felt cornered. I felt caged.
“Then you’re in for a world of hardship.” He reached out to clasp his hand around my wrist. His hold was tight, but it didn’t hurt. Not physically, anyway. Mentally, his touch was like a beating.
Calix moved through the halls with a speed that frightened me. Obviously, he was mad. And I knew I was the one who had made him this way - but honestly, what had he expected? When he’d stolen me from my home and family, had he honestly thought I’d be welcoming to his touch? Had he thought I’d swoon over the idea of marrying him?
Throwing open a door at the end of the hall, Calix pushed me inside. As soon as I caught sight of the room, I knew it wasn’t mine. It was Calix’s. The room was warm like the rest of the house, but it was used. Everything was clean and ordered, but it was also worn. And the scent was all Calix.
Dark wooden furniture stood against the walls and a massive bed was positioned against the wall to my immediate left. A black duvet covered bronze sheets and not one throw pillow existed in the vicinity. A black leather couch set had been strategically placed before a fireplace that peered into the bathroom on the other side of the far right wall. Straight ahead, there was a wall of windows. Gently billowing bronze curtains let me believe the windows weren’t just windows, but patio doors.
Dumbly, I stated. “This is your room.”
Calix slammed the door shut behind me and I flinched. Whirling around, I found Calix staring at me with his arms crossed over his chest. He didn’t look happy. He didn’t even look slightly amused.
“It is.”
Pulling in a deep breath of air, I replied. “I would like my own room.”
He laughed, but the sound was strained. “No.”
“I don’t want to share a room with you.” Another burst of panic was climbing quickly through my chest and up my throat. “Please,”
At my plea, his blue eyes blazed. “You’ll be sharing my room, Nova.” He moved closer to me and I stepped back. “And you’ll get used to being near me. You have two weeks to accept this for what it is.”
“Why two weeks?”
His eyes swept over my face. “In two weeks you will become my wife.”
Chapter 6
Two weeks.
Two weeks and I would be my captors wife?
Oh God, no. No, no, no, no, no.
I shook my head, raising my hands to my temple before letting them fall back to my thighs. All right, so I was panicking. But who wouldn’t? I mean, marriage? And to the man who kidnapped me? Was he fucking delusional?
“I can’t handle this.” I breathed. Before I knew it, my feet were carrying me determinedly to the bathroom. I could hear Calix behind me, but it didn’t matter. Wild horses couldn’t have stopped me.
As soon as I caught sight of the toilet, I dropped down to my knees and lost the contents of my stomach. Loud retching filled the room as I continued to heave into the porcelain bowl. To my surprise and horror, I felt warm hands swipe the hair off the back of my neck and away from my face.
Calix, my kidnapper, was holding my hair back as I threw up.
Finally, when there was nothing left to toss, I leaned back against the wall.
“Are you done?” Calix asked.
Weakly, I nodded. I watched through half lidded eyes as he leaned forward to flush the toilet. Bending down, he scooped me into his arms.
“What are you doing?” I demanded, feeling my stomach lurch again. “Put me down.”
“Enough, Nova.” He snapped his command, and I stilled in his arms. Calix carried me easily across the large ivory and bronze bathroom to the sink. Gently, he placed me between the two sinks and I watched as he set to rummaging about through a drawer. Unwrapping a toothbrush, he loaded it with toothpaste before handing me the brush. “Here,”
“Thanks.” I murmured as I took the brush.
Calix didn’t
“I will never accept that.” I snapped angrily. I felt cornered. I felt caged.
“Then you’re in for a world of hardship.” He reached out to clasp his hand around my wrist. His hold was tight, but it didn’t hurt. Not physically, anyway. Mentally, his touch was like a beating.
Calix moved through the halls with a speed that frightened me. Obviously, he was mad. And I knew I was the one who had made him this way - but honestly, what had he expected? When he’d stolen me from my home and family, had he honestly thought I’d be welcoming to his touch? Had he thought I’d swoon over the idea of marrying him?
Throwing open a door at the end of the hall, Calix pushed me inside. As soon as I caught sight of the room, I knew it wasn’t mine. It was Calix’s. The room was warm like the rest of the house, but it was used. Everything was clean and ordered, but it was also worn. And the scent was all Calix.
Dark wooden furniture stood against the walls and a massive bed was positioned against the wall to my immediate left. A black duvet covered bronze sheets and not one throw pillow existed in the vicinity. A black leather couch set had been strategically placed before a fireplace that peered into the bathroom on the other side of the far right wall. Straight ahead, there was a wall of windows. Gently billowing bronze curtains let me believe the windows weren’t just windows, but patio doors.
Dumbly, I stated. “This is your room.”
Calix slammed the door shut behind me and I flinched. Whirling around, I found Calix staring at me with his arms crossed over his chest. He didn’t look happy. He didn’t even look slightly amused.
“It is.”
Pulling in a deep breath of air, I replied. “I would like my own room.”
He laughed, but the sound was strained. “No.”
“I don’t want to share a room with you.” Another burst of panic was climbing quickly through my chest and up my throat. “Please,”
At my plea, his blue eyes blazed. “You’ll be sharing my room, Nova.” He moved closer to me and I stepped back. “And you’ll get used to being near me. You have two weeks to accept this for what it is.”
“Why two weeks?”
His eyes swept over my face. “In two weeks you will become my wife.”
Chapter 6
Two weeks.
Two weeks and I would be my captors wife?
Oh God, no. No, no, no, no, no.
I shook my head, raising my hands to my temple before letting them fall back to my thighs. All right, so I was panicking. But who wouldn’t? I mean, marriage? And to the man who kidnapped me? Was he fucking delusional?
“I can’t handle this.” I breathed. Before I knew it, my feet were carrying me determinedly to the bathroom. I could hear Calix behind me, but it didn’t matter. Wild horses couldn’t have stopped me.
As soon as I caught sight of the toilet, I dropped down to my knees and lost the contents of my stomach. Loud retching filled the room as I continued to heave into the porcelain bowl. To my surprise and horror, I felt warm hands swipe the hair off the back of my neck and away from my face.
Calix, my kidnapper, was holding my hair back as I threw up.
Finally, when there was nothing left to toss, I leaned back against the wall.
“Are you done?” Calix asked.
Weakly, I nodded. I watched through half lidded eyes as he leaned forward to flush the toilet. Bending down, he scooped me into his arms.
“What are you doing?” I demanded, feeling my stomach lurch again. “Put me down.”
“Enough, Nova.” He snapped his command, and I stilled in his arms. Calix carried me easily across the large ivory and bronze bathroom to the sink. Gently, he placed me between the two sinks and I watched as he set to rummaging about through a drawer. Unwrapping a toothbrush, he loaded it with toothpaste before handing me the brush. “Here,”
“Thanks.” I murmured as I took the brush.
Calix didn’t
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