My stomach turns sour.
He doesn’t wait for a response. He jerks my head forward and crashes his mouth into mine. It’s sloppy and dominating.When Logan kisses me, it’s nowhere near the same feeling. The safety—electricity that he brings is pure. Everything about Jason’s kiss is wrong and vile.
“My wife tastes like dirty slut seconds.”
“Better than being touched by your heinous friends.”
He smiles. “I hope you’ll change your attitude about that sooner than later. But I suppose it doesn’t really matter.”
My body stiffens. “What exactly does that mean?”
“I think you know what it means, my dear.” He backs away, straightening his tie. Fixing his suit was always a nervous habit of his. “Sleep tight.” And with that, he’s gone.
The air finds its way back into my lungs as impossible as it seemed.
Audrey avoids my gaze as she clears the plates from the table.
If anyone can help me, it’s her. She’s my only option. I go to her, ready to speak, but I slam my mouth closed. Jason threatened everyone I knew—everyone I loved. If I try to leave again, he will hurt them. But if I stay here, I’ll never be able to say I tried.
“I need your help,” I whisper, and she freezes. “I can get us both out, but I need you to help me.”
That earns her attention, but her posture is still tense. “I’m sorry. But I can’t do that,” she tells me with a slight quiver.
She’s terrified of him.
“We’ll be gone. He won’t be able to touch us.”
I hope.
She slams the plate down and the remaining food spills over onto the table. “We can never be free of him. Stop trying to make him angry.”
I step forward, stopping in front of her trembling body. “I’ll send help.”
“Who? The police. They can’t help us, and you know that,” she sternly whispers, scanning the area.
I did know that, but there must be another way, even if I don’t have a clue what that is.
“Besides, even if I wanted to, he’s had security heightened. They are watching this place closely. There’s no escaping this time, Miss Sora. I’m sorry.” Audrey picks up the plate she slammed down and disappears into the kitchen.
It’s starting to feel impossible now. Like I’ll be stuck here forever. Die here in misery.
I follow the long stretching hallway that wraps around to the back of the mansion where the garden is. My heart races as I reach the door. I’m almost able to touch it, but a large body blocks my path.
I just need some damn air.
“You are to stay inside the mansion. Orders from your husband.” One of Jason’s security men looks down at me, his expression blank, yet his eyes linger a bit too long on me as they trail my body.
Disgusting.
“Fuck my husband. I refuse to be a prisoner in my home.” This isn’t my home.
He steps closer. “I’m following orders. So be a good little wife and return to your room. Unless you want me to help in making sure you make it there safely.”
I scoff, meeting his menacing stance as best I can. “You wouldn’t want my husband finding out you touched me. Would you?”
He shrugs. “It would be my word against yours.” The slimy grin on his face tells me all I need to know.
I spin swiftly, without looking back and hoping he doesn’t follow me. As I turn the corner, allowing a safe distance between us, I stop to catch my breath.
