Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 126

Chapter 126: Chapter 126.

That he understood my body well enough to push it to the brink over and over.

God!.

I press my hand over my mouth to stifle the sound that tries to claw its way out.

I hate that part the most, not that he denied me orgasms but that I wanted him to stop and didn’t at the same time, that even while I was angry, my body atill responded to him.

The conflict makes my stomach twist.

I splash cold water onto my face but it doesn’t help. My skin still feels too sensitive.

I scrub at my cheeks like I can erase the evidence.

"This isn’t healthy," I whisper to my reflection.

The girl staring back at me looks unsure.i slide down the cabinet slowly until I’m sitting on the bathroom floor, my back against the wood and knees pulled to my chest.

He scared me yesterday.

But today?

Today he reminded me that he holds all the power in this house. And I foolishly let him.

After a long time...long enough that my breathing steadies and my eyes stop burning... I force myself up and I wash my face properly this time, brush my hair back while trying to avoid looking at the marks on my wrists.

When I finally unlock the door and step back into the bedroom, it’s quiet.

The bed is rumpled as I left it but the cuffs are gone from it

He’s gone and for a moment, I just stand there, part of me expected him to be waiting, to argu or justify whatever reason he did that for.

Instead, there’s nothing.

I walk to the bed slowly, like I’m moving through water, and crawl back under the covers, the sheets still smell like him and that breaks something in me all over again.

I curl onto my side and pull the blanket up to my chin.

And I cry.

Just quiet, exhausted tears that soak into the pillow.

I stay in bed longer than I mean to.

At first it’s because I feel wrung out. Then it’s because I don’t want to mistakenly see him, then it turns into something uglier....self-pity curling up in my chest, trying to make a home there.

I jut lay in bed staring up at the ceiling until the white starts to blur.

No.

I’m not doing this.

I’m not going to lie here and replay it over and over like I’m some fragile thing that needs to be handled carefully. I made choices and he made his. And if I don’t like the position I’m in, then I change it.

With that thought in mind I get up and throw the covers back and swing my legs over the side of the bed. My body protests, my muscles heavy, wrists faintly sore....but I ignore it. I walk into the closet but I don’t reach for one of his shirts this time.

I pull on black leggings, a fitted tank top. Then I grab one of the zip-up hoodies that’s actually mine nd I tie my hair into a tight ponytail, with no loose strands.

If I’m going to live in this house, in this world, then I refuse to be the one constantly protected and corrected.

I step into the hallway and I thank god when I don’t see Zane.

I head toward Aaron’s wing. It takes me a minute to remember the layout. This house is too big, with too many corridors and too many rooms.

It takes me almost ten minutes of walking before I hear it... the rhythmic thud of fists hitting a heavy bag.

His jaw ticks. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

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