Just Before My Wedding: Trapped By My Ruthless Boss novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61

OCEANS.

She hadn’t said a word since we walked through the front door.

Smart.

I had said what I said in the car and meant every syllable of it, and she had sat beside me for the rest of the drive with that carefully maintained composure she deployed when she was trying to appear unbothered, which told me she was bothered, which was exactly where I needed her to be before we got upstairs.

She doesn’t listen. And I wasn’t feeling rational tonight, either. Perfect combo.

I didn’t touch her the moment we got upstairs.

That would have been too easy for both of us.

Instead, I loosened my tie, poured two fingers of scotch I didn’t intend to drink, and stood at the window with my back to her and let the silence do what silence did when it had enough weight behind it.

She was standing somewhere behind me until I heard her shift her weight.

“Oceans…”

“Don’t.” I didn’t turn around. “Not yet.”

After another moment of silence, I set the empty glass down and turned.

She was standing near the door with her clutch held against her stomach and her eyes on my face.

“What did I say, Kisarel?” I unbuttoned my suit jacket slowly, my eyes never leaving her. “About talking to other men.”

She clutched her clutch tighter, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, “Oceans,” She let out a chuckle, “I didn’t fuck him. We just talked, and that’s all.”

I looked at her for a long moment, then I crossed to the nightstand and opened the drawer.

Her

eyes

traveled to the contents of the drawer, and I watched her throat move.

Good.

“What-” She stopped and started again. “What is all of

that?”

“You’ll get to find out.” I said to her before shrugging off my suit jacket, “Get on the bed.”

“Oceans.” Her voice had changed. The defiance was still there, but something had come in underneath it, and her body was already responding to the fear before her mind had caught up. “I’m not… Whatever you’re thinking. I’m not doing that.”

I reached into the drawer, picked up the blindfold, and walked toward her slowly. I watched her eyes track the blindfold in my hand with an attention that told me everything her words were trying not to.

“I said I’m not.

“Turn around”

No. She stepped back until she found the wall. “Oceans. I mean it. I don’t want

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I reached

past

her resistance, turned her with one hand on her shoulder, brought the blindfold up, and covered her eyes.

I had gone past reasoning. All I wanted was to show this woman why disobeying me was a bad idea. And what it does to me when she gives other men things she didn’t freely give to me.

She jerked when I fastened the knot behind her head.

“Oceans…” She whispered.

“I have been watching you laugh all day.” My hand reached for the zipper of her gown as I drew it down slowly, feeling the dress loosen. “All fucking day.” The fabric parted. “At men whose names I don’t want to know. I pushed it off her shoulders and let it fall. “And I have been very patient about it.”

She shivered despite the warmth of the room.

I unclasped her bra and let it drop.

I led her to the bed and pushed her lightly onto it. She gasped, instinctively reaching for the blindfold.

“Don’t you dare.”

She froze, and I could see her pulse hammering against her throat as she swallowed with effort.

“You don’t get to do this because you’re pissed off I talked to another man. I belong to another man, either way,” she breathed nervously, her doing her best to track what I was doing next. “I’m getting married soon. What difference does it make? This… This isn’t meant to be exclu…”

“Keep talking, and I will fucking put a baby in you before your wedding date. Don’t test me on that!” My voice came out a bit firmer than I intended.

Why the fuck did she keep talking about other men?

“Oh, God. This is too much, Oceans.” Her voice shook.

I closed the distance between us, crouched in front of her, and grabbed her chin between my fingers.

She flinched.

“I am fully aware this is too much.” I said, almost in a whisper, “But, I passed ‘too much’ four weeks ago. I can see it from here. I’m walking further away from it every day, and I cannot bring myself to give a fuck anymore.”

My thumb brushed her lower lip. “You think you’ve seen all of me? You haven’t, Kiss. You’ve seen the controlled version. I’m running out of ‘controlled.”

I let the words sit, “Now, lie down.”

She didn’t wait for me to say it twice, She had obviously gotten

She pushed into the bed and lay down on her back, her breath

memo.

out in short, breathless shudders.

I reached for the ropes, caught her wrists, and drew them upward. The rope slid over her skin, and she twisted instinctively. “No. No, please don’t bind me.”

“Stay still, Kiss.”

I pulled her arms higher until her shoulders stretched. Then I wrapped the rope around one wrist, and then the other, and tien secured it to the headboard bars.

I opened the drawer again and carefully brought out everything else I needed for the night and lined them up on the bed.

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I undid the buttons of my sleeves, shrugged them off, unbuckled my belt, and let my trousers fall, leaving just my briefs on.

I picked up the next item on my list and let my knees sink into the bed.

“Open your legs.”

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KISAREL

My heart was thudding so fast with the blindfold. Every one of my other senses was on high alert as I listened for what he was going to do next.

I pulled against the ropes, but my hands could barely move.

“Open your legs.” He ordered, and my heart skipped a beat. But I obeyed anyway. Because this version of Oceans? I wasn’t used to him. He scared me.

I heard the sound of metal, and I suddenly became hyper sensitive. Before I could process what it might be, my ankles were caught one at a time, my shoes stripped off, then his hands slid up my calves. I sucked in a breath.

“Keep your legs apart.” He ordered in that low, commanding tone again.

He gripped behind one knee and forced it open. I gasped. “Oceans…”

Then, cool metal bracketed one ankle. It was a cuff. The inside was padded, but the lock still gave a hard, little sound when it shut.

He did the same to the other side, then attached something between them. There was a small series of clicks. And when he let go, my legs stayed completely spread.

My body went still in shocked, horrified awareness.

“You have no idea,” he said, “what you look like right now.”

My throat worked.

I’m going to show you what it means to belong to someone.”

I tried to close my knees, but I couldn’t move. Instead, the bar held my es apart, leaving me open with nothing but my

lace thong, pinned in a way that made panic and arousal crash together so hard I couldn’t separate them. “Oh my God…

“Yes, Kiss. He said quietly, “Now you get the point.”

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