Hana
Michael grabbed the phone from my hand and hung up, throwing it down on the ground before he took my arms and pinned them above my head. He had cleaned me up and untied me earlier, but he stayed in the bedroom with me, holding me in his arms as he rested his back against the bed frame. I didn’t want to think about how he had violated me, how he hurt me and then made me enjoy it. I was still in shock at how he was treating me, how he was behaving toward me. He was so angry, yet he didn’t want to let me go. And I didn’t want to think about Jack and how much I missed him, how I literally ached for him. I wanted nothing more than to be in his arms right now. Except…feeling Michael’s strong arms wrapped around me was familiar and calming as well. In that moment, I felt guilt and shame all over again. It was supposed to be me and Michael all along. But somewhere along the lines, this twisted, fucked-up love life of mine started tearing my heart in two.
“Hana,” Michael said gently into my ear.
I turned my head to acknowledge him.
“I still love you. I don’t know what’s happened, I don’t know what the truth is, but I’m still utterly in fucking love with you,” he whispered before gently putting his lips to my shoulder.
I nodded. I knew that already, but it didn’t stop the sting in my chest. I still loved him too. But I also loved Jack. And clearly, I was never going to have a choice on who I was with.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into me, Hana. I’ve become obsessed. I’ve become someone entirely different. The anger I felt when I saw you walking out of that office…” He gulped. “I’m a changed man, Hana. You may not love the man that I am now. I’m sorry.”
Fuck. My eyes started welling with tears. I shook my head as I squeezed onto his hold of me.
“I will love you forever, no matter what, Michael,” I whispered as I looked down at his hands.
“Even if that child isn’t mine?”
He turned me around so I could face him. His brows were pulled together, his gray eyes boring into mine. His beautiful fucking face—he looked so utterly heartbroken. I didn’t blame him for anything he had done to me. In fact, I could completely understand. Classic Hana.
“Tell me how you felt when I was gone. How did you feel when you got that video?”
I didn’t want to answer his question. I wanted to see the lust and anger in his eyes again. I wanted to know that he really did get turned on watching me and Jack, that my theory was right. I guess I was a fucking masochist after all.
His eye twitched with irritation “Why do you want me to bring those feelings up again?”
“Because I want to know how much you love me.”
Michael shook his head at me. I could see I was starting to provoke him again.
I was desperate to let Jack know where I was. I was desperate to get these two men in the same space and give them my all—the truth, the hurt I felt, the desire I felt for both of them. Not just desire, but unwavering love and devotion to each of them.
Michael pinned my arms down, straddling me and pressing his hips into mine, and I pushed him further.
“You’re obsessed. Show me,” I challenged, no longer resisting his hold on me.
Michael held me down tighter, his eyes ablaze. “Haven’t I shown you, Hana? Isn’t it fucking clear?” he spit out.
I had a plan for what I was going to say next.
“Call Jack.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Tell him where we are. Show me what you’ll do to him.”
Michael hesitated before furrowing his brows at me. “You really think I’ll tell him where we are? When he’s gotten the fucking police involved?”
“Threaten him. Threaten my life,” I answered back confidently. “He won’t risk it. I’m betting he’s already on his way to Greenwich, all by himself.”
Would Michael take the bait?
He shook his head at me, like he disapproved. Then he jumped off me and grabbed his phone, tapping the screen a few times before putting it to his ear.
“I’m sending you the address of where we are. If you bring the police, I swear to god I’ll kill her.” His voice was so sinister and deep, his Irish accent making it somehow more frightening.
Michael lowered his phone from his ear and began typing—I assumed our current address.
“Why here, Michael?” I asked, still lying on the bed, sick to my stomach with fear.
He stopped typing to look up from his phone and glare at me.
“Just because I told you I love you doesn’t give you the right to call me by my name. Do you want to try that again, Hana?”
I rolled my eyes. I used his name just a few minutes ago and he didn’t even flinch. But I suddenly realized what a grave mistake I had made when Michael gently set down his phone and walked over to me, eyeing the rope that still lay on the desk beside the bed.
“I’m sorry. Sir,” I corrected myself.
If my plan was going to work, I needed to be his good girl.
“Oh, how I’ve dreamed of all the ways I could punish you, Hana.” Michael smiled down at me.
My heart began to race with a mixture of fear and desire.
“Please, sir. Can you wait to punish me until Jack gets here?”
Something glimmered quickly in his eye.
“Why do you really want him here, Hana? You’re in love with him…so why would you want me to hurt him?” He hovered over me, his muscular arms on either side of me and a vein popping out of his temple.
I put my hand to Michael’s face before I whispered, “Whoever wins this fight gets to keep me.”