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Days at the farm moved at a crawling pace. Luckily, he had yet to attempt to force himself on her. She prayed every day that he wouldn’t. So far, he’d used his injury as a reason for keeping mostly to himself.
“I’m sorry, honey, I want to be one hundred percent when we’re together. And this shoulder wound just doesn’t seem to want to heal,” he bemoaned.
“You really should go to the hospital,” Camila answered. And then maybe I could get some help and away from your psycho ass!
Adrien’s expression darkened, his eyes turning cold. “No,” he refused. “You will take care of me, like a good wife should.”
Camila didn’t say ‘of course’ fast enough and he pressed the button on the shock collar, dropping her to her knees in pain. She still wore the red lace night gown, he hadn’t allowed her to change out of it, but now, as she convulsed on the floor, she threw up all over it.
“Now look what you’ve done.” His voice was cold for a moment and then his expression changed, becoming soft and caring. “You know how I hate doing that, Cami, sweetheart. Now you’ll have to go change and clean this up. And then you can change my bandages, all right?”
From her position on the floor, Camila nodded. “I’m sorry, yes I’ll change and clean up,” she choked out.
“Take a shower, you’ll feel better.”
He looked at her tenderly, as if he really cared, but Camila knew, it was all a game. He was insane. She hurried to the bathroom, thankful that she could remove the red lace night gown, but now she had no idea what she was going to put on. It wasn’t as if he’d kidnapped her with a suitcase filled with her clothes.
She made quick use of the shower, washing her hair and body and then dried off and returned to the bedroom. As creepy as it was, she opened the dresser to look for something she could put on. She found a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt and put them on before returning to the living room carrying the red lace and the clothes she’d been wearing when he’d kidnapped her.
“May I wash these?” She held them up.
“Laundry is a good idea, I don’t like you in that. You look like a slob.”
“It was all there was.”
“Then you had better get to it.” He was back to his cold persona. He had a beer in his hand and he took a swig of it. “And hurry up. My shoulder hurts.”
Camila nodded and went into the kitchen and opened the double doors to the ‘laundry room’, which was more of a closet. She was so glad that it wasn’t in the basement. She put the clothes in and set them to wash. Once that was done, she pulled out the cleaning supplies and cleaned up her mess from earlier.
“Are you finished yet?” Adrien asked from the couch grumpily.
Camila glanced at him and noticed he was on his fourth beer. “Yes.”
“Then get your ass over here and fix this.” He gestured at his shoulder.
With a sigh, she joined him on the couch and undid the bandages. The wound was looking worse and it made her smile even as her stomach rolled. She’d been fighting nausea for days now. It was always worse after one of the shocks. As she ‘cleaned’ the wound, which was just her dabbing at it and not really doing much to it, she thought about everything that had happened so far. She’d not seen signs of the gun he’d used on Tansy, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have it. By now though, she figured his plan wasn’t to kill her. For some psychotic reason he wanted her as his wife. She shook her head as she rebandaged the wound.
“I’m going to lay down,” Adrien said as he stretched out on the couch. “Do not even think of leaving this house. I will know.” He waved the remote at her.
Camila nodded. She didn’t feel all that great herself. No matter how much she ate during the few meals he allowed her to make each day, it never seemed enough. Especially since half the time she puked it up whenever he shocked her. Mornings were when she felt the worst though. Waking up to find herself still captive had a way of turning her stomach, and each day that passed seemed to be worse.
She hadn’t been doing much, but she always felt so exhausted. Especially in the evening when she wanted to wait Adrien out, so she could look around while he was asleep and use the chance to find the remote to the collar, or the gun. Or both. But she would always fall asleep and wake up after he was already up.
What’s wrong with me?
Was the exhaustion because everything was taking its toll on her more than she’d thought?
The worst moments though, were the nights.
Chapter 2
“Are you done eating?” Adrien asked as they sat at the table together.
Camila looked up. She’d been picking at her food, not really eating because her stomach was rebelling. She nodded and set her fork down. “You…can go first and sleep if you want. You don’t need to wait for me. I’ll follow you after I clean up.” It had been over a week now since he’d kidnapped her and he’d yet to allow her out of his sight for more than fifteen minutes.
“No, that wouldn’t be right,” he said, taking another swig from the bottle of gin before he sent a frown her way. “You know it’s only right for a husband to go to bed with his wife, why on earth would I go alone?”
“Right,” she muttered, looking down as she picked up her fork and spooned more beans into her mouth, not really tasting them.
She didn’t know if Adrien was seriously buying his own delusion, if it was because he was drunk, or if he was just bullshitting her. It could be that he didn’t want to leave her alone because he knew what she was planning. She was always tired, so as soon as she lay down, she was out before she noticed. But if he left her alone… well, she couldn’t do much exploring, but she would take just about anything by this point.
Every night he joined her in the master bedroom, which unfortunately only had a double bed. She spent most nights fearful that he would force her to have sex with him, but so far, he’d done nothing more than touch her over her clothes, which was bad enough. When she tried to move in the bed, after thinking he was asleep, to maybe scoot away from him, she felt him move as well. She was forced to lie still and wait longer for him to fall more fully asleep. Then the next thing she knew, it was morning and Adrien was sitting up in the bed watching her, waiting for her to wake up and get him something for his hangover. Because over the last several days, she’d noticed he’d begun to drink more heavily.
“Good, you’re up. My head is killing me,” Adrien commented. “Get me something for it.”
It was a demand and Camila knew that if she didn’t obey, he’d use the remote and shock the fuck out of her. Again. With a nod, she got of bed and went into the adjoining bathroom. Opening the medicine cabinet, she pulled out the Ibuprofen, filled a glass with water and brought it to him.
“Here.” She handed it to him, not feeling at all well herself. Her limbs felt weak and her stomach rolled as if she’d been on the spinning tea cups ride at Coney Island.
There really has to be something wrong with my body. She rubbed her stomach, trying to comfort it.
“I’ll go take this to the kitchen,” she said, standing and taking the empty glass from Adrien.
“Leave it,” he demanded, standing up himself, swaying a little in place before he got a hold of himself.
It should be normal to go to the kitchen on her own, but because he was obviously still suspicious of her, he wouldn’t even give her a moment alone. If he was living in the delusion that they were husband and wife, he should allow her to do some things alone, other than bathroom stuff, right? But, with a sigh, she assumed he had to know she didn’t really want to be there. That if she could, she wouldn’t go along with what he wanted.
They spent the day in the living room with Adrien laid out on the couch, a half bottle of whiskey on his chest that he took a swig of every two minutes. Camila sat in the chair next to him, staring at the tv screen. They only got the local channels, but there was some football game on. She wasn’t really paying attention to it, really she was just biding
her time, attempting to think up ways to get away from Adrien.
At five, Adrien sat up and set the now empty bottle of whiskey on the floor. “What are you making for dinner?” he asked.
Camila blinked up at him. “Dinner?”
“Get in the fucking kitchen and make dinner, wife. Something good,” he demanded. “And don’t take a fucking age to do it, or I swear to god, Camila, you will regret it.”
He was in a foul mood and she didn’t want to push him. Standing, she crossed the room and went into the kitchen. Sighing she opened the freezer and looked at their dwindling resources. She could defrost some hamburger and make spaghetti, she’d seen the sauce and noodles in the pantry.
“Spaghetti?” she called.
“Whatever, just hurry the fuck up.” Adrien stood at the entryway watching her. He started to lean against the wall, but winced when his shoulder touched the wall and he moved back.
Camila swallowed her smile and tossed the package of hamburger in the microwave. She set it to defrost and then started a pot of water to boil on the stove. Adrien watched her every move with hooded eyes. Her stomach rolled as his gaze creeped her out more than usual.
A half hour later, she had the hamburger cooked and tossed it into the sauce. “Just a couple more minutes,” she murmured.
They ate in silence and then she took her time cleaning up, hoping he would leave her alone. She wasn’t so lucky.
“Are you finished yet?”
Camila hung the towel up and nodded.
“Then let’s go to bed.” He allowed her to move past him, but then he put his hand on her back as if he was guiding her.
Camila picked up her pace, moving away from his touch. She got the room and entered the bathroom. She wouldn’t be allowed to sequester herself in there for long, but she took a moment to catch her breath as she changed into the red lace night gown. She was thankful that he didn’t make her wear it during the day anymore, but he still demanded she wear it at night.
“Camila!” He banged on the door. “Hurry the fuck up.”
Camila opened the door and moved into the room.
“Get in the bed,” he demanded from behind her.
He was a lot closer than she had expected, and she just barely held back a flinch. She walked toward the bed, moving a little quickly, though it was with reluctance in her heart that she crawled onto it. One end of it was pushed up against the wall, and Adrien usually insisted she sleep on that side. She had her back to him when she heard the bed squeak as he climbed in behind her.
Be calm, she thought to herself. Calm, don’t worry about it. Be calm, nothing will happen…
Camila couldn’t trust that he wouldn’t try something, but she prayed really hard that he wouldn’t. She treated him like the dangerous person he was. She just knew, that since he was pretending they were husband and wife, he would want something like that from her one day.
Not happening.
Camila was willing to do a lot to keep up her act if it got her out of trouble. Kept him from shocking her. But this was one thing she absolutely would refuse to do, even if it got her killed. Have sex with Adrien? Hell to the Fuck No! Even if she didn’t have that terrible memory from yacht, she knew she wouldn’t be able to stomach it. Not when she had the memory of Samuel making sweet love to her in a way that no other man ever had. Or even the hot and passionate way they’d last been together. She wouldn’t allow Adrien to take those memories from her and ruin them with his touch.
Camila lay on her side, listening. She could feel and hear the bed move as Adrien kept trying to readjust himself. He didn’t come within touching distance of her, though. Thankfully.
Then she felt exhaustion start to tug at her. She opened her eyes wide and stared at the wall, trying to keep her eyes open. But her lids were fluttering, her eyes wanting to close shut. Her heartbeat and breathing started to slow down, her body relaxed into the bed.
She was right on the edge of sleep. She wasn’t totally aware, her consciousness about to float away. But then, she felt it. Adrien groping her, probably thinking she was asleep already. At first, it was just a touch on her waist that raised interest in her mind, but then that hand moved and her heart began to race in fear. His hand moved down over her hip, around to her stomach, then higher, cupping over one of her breasts and squeezing.
Camila’s eyes snapped open as disgust filled her.
When they had been together, she’d put up with it. Hell, she anticipated it at times, but those stupid times were over for her. She was done letting this man take advantage of her, no matter how afraid of him she was. She elbowed him, and it was probably more because of surprise than because she hit him with too much force, but it was enough to surprise him and get him to remove his hand.
Why is he groping me? she thought in fear. I’ve always fallen asleep before him... has… Oh my god. Is this…the first time he’s done this?
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Also by Roxy Sinclaire
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Buried Obsession (Book 1)
Tangled Obsession (Book 2)
Shattered Obsession (Book 3)
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High Stakes (Book 1)
Double or Nothing (Book 2)
Triple Threat (Book 3)
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Her Protection: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Book 2)
Deadly Ink: A Dark Mafia Romance (Book 3)
His Revenge: A Mafia Revenge Romance (Book 4)
His Betrayal: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Book 5)
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Touchdown: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (Book 1)
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Fourth and Goal: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (Book 4)
Game Winning Catch: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (Book 5)
Second Chance Draft: A Second Chance Sports Romance (Book 6)
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Toxic Seduction (Book 3)
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