Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 247

Chapter 247: Chapter 247.

"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."

I moan softly as two fingers sink into me. He works me expertly....thumb on my clit, fingers curling inside....while I cling to his good shoulder.

The fear from the call mixes with the pleasure, making everything sharper, more desperate. I come hard on his hand within minutes, biting his neck to muffle my cry.

Afterwards, I lie curled against him, both of us breathing heavily. The phone lies cracked on the floor. The threat lingers in the air like smoke.

Zane kisses the top of my head.

"We’ll get through this. But when I’m better... I’m ending this. And then I’m going to fuck you for days straight."

I smile against his chest, even as worry gnaws at me.

"First you heal. Then we fight. Together."

The house feels smaller now. The shadows in the corners longer. But with Zane’s heartbeat steady under my ear, I close my eyes and hold him tighter. We’re both still here. Still breathing. Still fighting.

———

Morning comes quietly.

For once, there are no rushed footsteps outside the room, no doctors, no security alarms and no gunshots tearing through the silence.

Just soft gray light filtering through the curtains and the steady sound of rain tapping against the windows.

I wake slowly, tangled in warm sheets and Zane’s arm draped heavily around my waist for a second I stay still.....Just breathing.

His chest rises steadily behind me, warm against my back, and I realize this is the first peaceful morning we’ve had in what feels like forever.

Then reality creeps back in.

Margaret....we have to plan her funeral.

My chest tightens immediately maybe Zane feels the shift in me because his hand moves lazily against my stomach.

"You’re thinking too loud again," he murmurs sleepily behind me and I let out a small breath.

"Sorry."

"Don’t apologize for having a busy brain."

I turn carefully in his arms to face him. He looks tired still, pale too. His dark hair is messy from sleep and there’s faint pain lingering around his eyes no matter how much he tries hiding it.

But he’s here and Alive, i think that realization will keep hitting me for a while.

His gaze studies my face quietly.

"You okay?"

I hesitate, then shake my head a little.

"No."

Something soft enters his expression immediately and hs fingers brush gently along my cheek.

"The funeral?" he asks quietly.

I nod onc as the heaviness settles back into the room almost instantly and I curl the blanket tighter around myself before speaking again.

"We should start planning it."

Zane exhales slowly through his nose and stares toward the ceiling for a moment.

I can already tell this conversation hurts him too.

Margaret wasn’t just staff to him, she practically raised him, loved him, protected him and took care of him. I think losing her broke something inside him that he hasn’t fully processed yet.

"She deserves something beautiful," I whisper.

"She will get it."

His voice is firm and certain immediately.

I look at him quietly.

"Does she have family?"

For a second his jaw tightens.

"Yes."

Something about the way he says it makes me frown slightly.

"But?"

He goes quiet for a moment before answering.

"Her husband."

I blink slowly.

"She was married?"

"She still technically is."

The bitterness in his tone catches me off guard.

Zane looks away briefly, jaw clenching harder now.

"He’s an. Absolute piece of shit."

The words come out cold so I I stay quiet and let him continue.

"He used to beat and abuse her a lot."

My stomach drops immediately.

"What?"

His expression hardens further.

"When I was younger, I walked in on it once." His voice grows quieter now, rougher somehow. "I remember hearing shouting downstairs. Margaret tried covering for him after, but..." He shakes his head slightly. "I saw the bruises."

Anger twists hard in my chest instantly.

"Oh my God."

"She left him eventually," Zane says. "But he never really disappeared. Every few years he’d show up wanting money or trying to guilt her into taking him back."

"That’s disgusting."

"He was disgusting."

The quiet fury in his voice sends a strange ache through my chest. Because I can hear the guilt buried underneath it too, maybe he thinks he should’ve done more back then, maybe he wishes he protected her better.

"I’m not letting him near her funeral," Zane says suddenly.

"There’s no way in hell that man gets to stand there pretending he loved her after what he put her through."

I reach for his hand immediately.

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