This idiot thought I was here to blackmail him? Well, I guess he wasn’t too far off.
“I don’t want your money.” Nor did I need it.
“What do you want?”
I looked him dead in the eyes, “I want your daughter….”
And she was definitelyhis daughter. Marnie had the same calm, cool demeanor as her father.
A vase flew past my head when I opened the door and smashed against the wall.
Well, maybe not quite the same.
“You can’t keep me chained to this bed forever!”
I begged to differ. “The cage is always an option.”
The look she gave me was all the answer I needed. Solitary confinement wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. It didn’t take much to turn someone’s mind against them. Their thoughts would eat them alive every single time.
“I brought you some food.”
“I’m not hungry,” she snarled back.
“I didn’t ask if you were hungry.” Nor did I care for the attitude.
Marnie sighed and rubbed her hands over her arms. “I’m cold.”
“I don’t care.”
She was sitting on a bed full of blankets. I wasn’t giving her any more clothes to wear. My jaw was already tensed at the thin gray spaghetti straps wrapped around her shoulders. Whoever said all the fun was in unwrapping the present was a fucking idiot. Don’t get me wrong, I liked how that tank top hugged her waist and how her ass looked in those gray yoga pants, but I preferred how she looked out of them.
I placed the tray on the edge of my bed and grumbled, “Just be glad I allowed you to get dressed.”
“I’m not sure throwing a handful of clothes at me and saying put this shit on constitutes allowing.” Her eyes rolled, causing my hand to twitch.
I warned her about that shit. She could scream and hit me all she liked—I enjoyed the challenge—but disrespect was something I would not stand for.
I’d let it go this time. Only because I knew what punishment would lead to, and she needed a break. I probably should’ve stopped fucking her days ago, but that was what lube was invented for.
Seven days I spent deep inside the greatest pussy ever born. Didn’t even stop when she passed out. I did pause our marathon a couple of times so we could eat. Stamina was not my Bird’s forte, but we’d get there.
Marnie’s aqua eyes fell on the tray. “Where did you order this from?”
“I made it.”
Skepticism tugged on her brow. “You made this?”
“Yes.” It wasn’t anything special, just a ham and cheese omelet with dill and garlic hashbrowns, balled melon, and a strawberry muffin.
“All of it?”
“Yes.” Everything except the muffin. Someone else baked that.
She eyed the food and then looked back at me. “Is it drugged?”
Really?“I think we’re past that part of our relationship, don’t you?”
“This is hardly a relationship.”
