Take Me Once, I'll Bleed You Twice novel Chapter 12

“Yes, Alpha.

Oh hell no. She was not staying with him tonight, or any night for that matter. “Put me down,” Beatrice ordered.

“No.”

“Put. Me. Down.”

“No,” he smirked, as though this was a game as he took the stairs three at a time, only coming to a stop once he reached the third floor. “Our room,” he explained as he opened a door. Once inside, he used his foot to close the door. It was only after it clicked shut that he set Beatrice back on her feet. His hands lingered on her arms, as though he didn’t trust her to stay.

Smart man.

She moved away from him the moment she could, marching to the opposite side of the room as her rage simmered just under the surface. She’d been violated in a way she hadn’t even known existed and there was nothing she could do about it. “What the fuck does this mark mean,” Beatrice demanded after a moment of silence. To his credit, Hendricks had yet to make a move to close the distance she’d put between them. It was possible he sensed that she would gladly shove her fingers back up his nose or in his eye the second she saw an opportunity and chose to keep his distance for the time being.

“It means you are mine,” he answered, frowning. “I explained that.”

“What does it do, then?” Maybe if she asked the question using different words he’d understand that she had no idea what any of this meant. This was something she needed to understand, down to the smallest detail, and she needed to understand it right now.

If it’d been Riaghaire she was talking to, she wouldn’t have minded dancing around the subject a bit, because with him it’d been… almost fun; but this was

Hendricks, and there was no fun happening here.

“It… binds us together,” he explained, hesitation evident in his voice. She watched him take a few steps closer and her body responded to him by tensing,

her arms wrapping themselves around her middle as she shot him an icy glare. He stopped, looking confused by her reaction. “You should be able to feel me

in your mind, like I can feel you. It makes us one.”

“Oh, so you mind–raped me, too?”

It was his turn to tense up. “I didn’t rape you.”

“You literally marked my body against my will and, if what you just told me is the truth, now permanently live in my brain. All while I continuously said NO. If that isn’t rape then what the fuck is, Hendricks Bluemoon?!”

Her outburst startled him and he cocked his head to one side as if confused. “I don’t understand. You should feel the bond by now.”

“Feel the bond?!” Beatrice laughed, feeling almost hysterical. “I have a pounding headache and am being forced to be with a man who doesn’t know what ‘no‘ means. What am I supposed to be feeling, other than absolute disgust? Aren’t you also suppose to be able to ‘feel me‘ in your head? How do you not understand just how much you fucked up?”

While he processed her words, she scanned the room. It was large and decorated much like his office but with a bit more of a personal touch thrown in. The bed had to be king size and she’d already decided she would rather sleep in the dungeon than go anywhere near it. There was an open door on the other

side of the room, showing a connecting restroom.

Mind made up, Beatrice marched over to it, stopping at the door before turning to glare at the man she swore to never feel anything for but contempt, and

3:18 pm

MA

Chapter 12

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