Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 246

Chapter 246: Chapter 246.

An hour later, they move him to a quieter room for observation. The new stitches look neat but angry under fresh gauze. Pain meds drip through his IV, making his eyelids heavy while I sit on the edge of the narrow bed, careful not to jostle him.

The hallway outside is quiet now. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead and I slip out for a moment when the nurse leaves, leaning against the cold wall just past the curtain. The tears I’ve been holding back finally break free.

I cover my mouth to muffle the sobs. My shoulders shake as Images flash through my mind....Zane pale on our bed, blood on the sheets, the fear that gripped me when I thought he might pass out. What if we hadn’t made it here in time? What if I lose him because we couldn’t control ourselves?

A nurse notices and brings me water and a tissu, she rubs my back gently.

"He’s stable. This is a warning, not the end. Go be with him."

I wipe my face and return to the room. Zane’s eyes are half-open, glassy from the sedation. When I climb carefully onto the bed beside him, he turns his head toward me.

"Come here," he murmurs, voice thick and slow.

I curl against his good side, resting my head on his shoulder. His arm wraps weakly around me. Even drugged and hurting, he tries to pull me closer.

"I was so scared," I whisper against his neck.

"I know. I’m sorry, baby." He pauses, breathing deep. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"But... I’d risk it again. Feeling you like that... being inside you... reminded me I’m still alive. Still yours."

I lift my head, fresh tears spilling. "Don’t say that. I need you alive more than I need that."

He gives me a small, tired smile. His fingers brush my cheek. "I love you. We’ll be more careful. But don’t stop wanting me, okay? I can’t stand feeling weak."

I kiss his forehead, then his lips, soft and careful.

"I’ll always want you. But you have to heal first. Promise me."

"Promise," he whispers, eyes already drifting shut again.

I stay there, listening to his breathing even out. The monitor beeps steadily. Outside, the sky is starting to lighten toward dawn. My body aches with exhaustion, but I don’t move. I just hold him, grateful he’s still here, still fighting.This was too close...Way too close.

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The afternoon light feels gentler today, but my nerves are still raw from last night’s hospital run. We got discharged this morning with even stricter warnings. Zane is back in our bed, propped up against pillows, wearing only loose black boxers.

The new bandage on his left side looks clean for now, but I keep glancing at it every few minutes, terrified fresh blood will bloom through the white gauze again. n

I dip a soft cloth into the warm basin of water mixed with a little antiseptic.

"Hold still," I murmur, kneeling beside him on the bed.

I gently wipe his chest, tracing the hard lines of muscle that haven’t softened despite his hospital stay. Water trails down his skin in slow rivulets. Zane’s breath catches when the cloth passes near the edge of the bandage.

"You’re killing me, Elaine," he says, voice low and rough. His dark eyes follow every movement of my hands.

"Good. Maybe you’ll learn some patience." I smile, but it’s shaky. I move lower, washing his stomach, then his thighs. His cock twitches visibly under the thin fabric of his boxers as I get closer. r

YI can see the thick outline, already half-hard. Heat pools between my own legs, but I push it down. No risks..not after last night.

I peel his boxers down carefully and his cock springs free, heavy and thickening under my gaze. God, he’s beautiful. Veins stand out along the shaft, the head already glistening.

I wrap my fingers around him lightly, stroking with just enough pressure to make him groan.

"Baby..." he warns, but there’s no real fight in it. He needs this.

I lean down and press a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the tip, tasting him. My tongue swirls around the head while my hand works the base in long, slick strokes.

"Maybe I am." I stroke him until he comes again with a low curse, his release washing down the drain. I feel powerful and cruel and loving all at once.

We dry off and return to bed. I’m wearing one of his clean t-shirts and nothing else. Zane pulls me close to his good side, his hand sliding under the hem to cup my ass. His fingers tease between my thighs, finding me soaked.

"Let me touch you at least," he murmurs, voice dark.

I’m about to say yes when his phone vibrates on the nightstand. Once. Twice. Then it starts ringing.

Zane glances at the screen and his entire body tenses. It’s an Unknown number amd its private...He answers on speaker so I can hear.

A distorted male voice comes through, calm and cold...it sounds like the person is trying very hard to cover his voice . "Glad you made it home, Zane. Heard you had a rough night. Opened those stitches again fucking your wife, huh? Sloppy."

My blood turns to ice and I grab Zane’s arm.

"Who the hell is this?" Zane snarls. His protective energy surges even though he’s lying in bed, still weak.

The voice laughs softly. "Doesn’t matter. What matters is I know where you live. I know she’s there with you right now, probably still wet from taking care of you. Finish the job next time, yeah? Or maybe I’ll come do it myself while you watch."

The line goes dead.

Zane throws the phone across the room. It hits the wall with a crack. "Son of a bitvh!"

He pulls me tighter against him, even though the movement makes him wince. His jaw is locked, eyes burning with fury. "I won’t let him touch you. I don’t care if I have to crawl out of this bed."

"You’re not crawling anywhere," I say firmly, cupping his face. "You’re healing. We’ll call my brothers later. Right now, you’re staying in this bed."

He looks at me, frustration and love and rage mixing in his expression. His hand slides between my thighs again, fingers finding my clit.

"Then let me make you come. I need to feel you fall apart. Need to know you’re still mine while I’m stuck here like this."