Once he’s finished, he rubs his come into my skin until there’s nothing left. “Now, you can sleep with me on you as well as inside you.” He presses himself against me and kisses me hard. “Who do you belong to, Evelyn?”
This time, I don’t hesitate in replying. “You.”
He kisses me again before starting around my neck. He finds a spot and starts sucking so hard that I almost cry out. Again, he is marking me. I know this is a show of his dominance. Tonight, I will let him have it, but I know once the morning comes, I will be just as disgusted with him as always. Maybe even more disgusted with myself for letting this go on so long. I should have known he was lying when he said he wasn’t a monster. He is a monster.
And I need to find away to escape his clutches.
Almost two weeks have gone by, and I feel more trapped than ever. I haven’t been able to leave the house. Instead, all I’m allowed to do is walk around the grounds, ride on Ireland, and swim in the pool. Even then, I have to make sure I wear something that practically covers my whole body. None of the guards are allowed to see me in a bikini by the pool.
Unfortunately, for the last few days, I haven’t been able to enjoy swimming as I’ve had a period. I’m finished now, and I’m due to start my next pack. However, once I shower this morning and get ready for my day, I go to get the next pack out of the bathroom cabinet when I find the whole lot missing.
Frowning, I walk out of the bathroom where I find Drake putting on a pair of shoes. “Drake, I can’t find my pills. I could swear I left them in the cabinet.”
He doesn’t look up. He just carries on doing up his laces. “Well then, it looks like they’re missing.”
“I need to take one today. Otherwise, I could get pregnant.” When he doesn’t acknowledge me, I sigh. “Drake, this is serious. I need to go to the doctors and get some more tablets.”
Finally, he stands, turning himself to face me. “You don’t need to go to the doctors.”
“How else am I going to take the pills? Could it have been one of the maids? Maybe I should ask them.” I start moving towards the door when Drake stops me. I look up at him, frowning.
“There’s no need to ask the maids. I already know what happened to your tablets.”
I place my hand out. “Can I have them then?”
He shakes his head. “No, because I threw them in the bin.”
“You did what?” I shout.
Drake pulls me towards him. “Keep your fucking voice down,” he growls. “We’re getting married two weeks this Saturday. It’s perfect timing to start a family. I want six children, so we’d better start soon. Why not now? I know you’ve just had your period, so we get married, start the process of having a baby, and then, hopefully by the time we get back from our honeymoon, we can announce to everyone our baby news.”
My eyes bulge out of my head. Did I just hear him correctly?
Sit still, look pretty.
For the past few days after what Drake did to me, I’ve been trying my level best to comply with his every demand until I can get him to trust me more. I need to escape, and the only way I can do that is to get Drake to let me out of the house. But this? This is going too far. I simply can’t hold my tongue any longer.
“But what about what I want? I don’t want a family yet. I don’t even want to marry you. I want to go to university and study so I can make something of my life. I want to marry once someone asks me and I willingly say yes. I want to start a family once the person I’m married to is willing to start one when we’re both able and ready. Not when I’m told to. You can’t do this to me.”
Within an instant, I’m held up against the wall by my throat. Drake’s eyes are wild and dark as he glares at me. “I’ve tried being patient with you, but my patience is wearing thin. I tell you time and time again that what I say goes, and yet you continually want to fight and disobey me. You don’t need to go to university to make something of yourself. You’ve already made something of yourself by getting to marry me. I will give you everything you ever ask for, so why bother with a university degree when you have all the money in the world that I can offer you? All you need to do in return is comply. Just fucking comply,” he growls, thumping my head against the wall. He does it gently enough not to hurt me, but it’s not his actions that are hurting me now. It’s his words. He doesn’t seem to understand that it’s not about money. It’s about me making something of myself. It’s about me having a life outside of Drake’s. It’s about me having my own independence, and doing something I can be proud of. Right now, I’m not proud of myself. Sure, I achieved great grades in school and I was proud of myself for that. But what have I got to show for it now?