Chapter 10 Mia
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Mia
My head pounds as I start to come to. Why does it hurt so badly? It feels like someone is marching through it. I roll over to try and relieve some of the pain, but instead I’m restricted by something holding my arm. " You need to open your eyes, Mia. Something isn't right," I think to myself.
Slowly, I try to open my eyelids, but they feel heavy and don’t want to cooperate. Maybe I'll just keep them closed as I drift back to sleep.
A soft noise, that seems far away, has me jolting out of my sleep. "Who's there?" I whisper, but no one answers, and I don’t hear anymore noises. I need to see what is going on, but every time I try to open my eyes they protest.
Thinking back, the last thing I remember was Kieran standing in my apartment, trying to get me to marry him. Does he have something to do with this? What am I thinking, of course he does. But I can't do anything about it yet, my body still feels really heavy like I’m glued to this bed.
I try to fight it by thinking about anything and everything, but my brain feels way too sluggish and I fall asleep once again.
The click of a door wakes me, but this time my body doesn't feel as heavy. I’m even able to open my eyes. I look around the dark room, but don’t see anything out of the ordinary. I’m about to scream to see if anyone can hear me when he steps into the moonlight.
"Kieran," I gasp.
He steps closer to me but stops shy of actually touching the bed. Why would Kieran kidnap me? I haven't seen him since the auction. The moment the thought enters my mind, a flash of a memory of him showing up at my crummy apartment. Another flash has him demanding that I marry him, and I refuse.
Could he have kidnapped me because I wouldn't marry him. If so, he isn't winning any favors from me now. I rattle the arm that he has handcuffed to the headboard while looking him dead in the eyes. "Uncuff me."
“No. You need to eat something,” he tells me, but the idea of eating something makes my stomach roll.
“Uncuff me,” I repeat again.
He tilts his head along with a smirk that gives him an even more unhinged look. God, this man is psychotic.
"Why?" he asks, like having someone handcuffed to your bed is normal.
My stomach clenches, and my heart rate picks up. Is handcuffing a woman to headboards normal for him?
I should be scared, not wondering about if he’s been handcuffing other women. I haven't seen him in two years so he can do whatever he wants. What I need to do is get the hell out of here?
My jaw clenches at how calm he seems while everything in me is boiling. I shake my hands, rattling the chains as I yell, "You're such a fucking psycho, Kieran, because this isn't normal!"
At first, he doesn't say anything, he just takes another step closer toward me, gliding one finger up my leg to my torso. I don’t move, keeping my whole body still as I watch him lightly touching me, transfixed at the movement.
What the hell is happening to me?
Finally Kieran responds to me. "I don’t think you're ready, mo bhanphrionsa."
My chest starts to heave with anger, and I grit out, "Ready for what?"
"To be mine."
“I don’t want to be yours,” I mutter, hoping it’s under my breath. By the way Kieran’s jaw clenches, I can tell he heard exactly what I just said.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, I need to try a new tactic if I want to get out of here. Opening them back up, I look at Kieran, who’s studying me. "Kieran, I need to use the bathroom. Please let me," I plead with him.
He puts his hand in his pocket, pulling out a small key. "Fine. But if you do anything I don’t like, you'll wish you were just handcuffed to the bed."
"Fine," I say, giving him a saccharine smile. I need him to think I’m following his rules.
He undoes the handcuffs and then helps me to stand up from the bed. Gripping my hand, he looks at me. "I mean it, Mia. If you do anything, you will be punished."
A shiver racks my body at the idea of this man punishing me—nope, I can't let his sexiness cloud my mind. I need to get away from him as quickly as possible. He leads me into the bathroom and I turn to find him standing in the doorway.
"Close the door. I need privacy."
"We’re about to be married. You don’t need any.”
"Kieran! Be serious. Where am I going to go?" I say as I look around the bathroom. It's a small room with literally just a toilet, a small vanity, and a shower stall. I wouldn't be able to hide even if I wanted to. There is no window, so I can't even try to escape from there.
He glares at me, but I can tell he knows I’m right. "Fine. I'll be right out here. Once you’re done, we will get you something to eat. No funny business.”
I don’t say anything, I just close the door on his handsome face.
Ugh. I’m so fucking stupid. I sit down on the toilet and as I relieve myself, I try to think of how I can get out of this predicament.
I’m just going to have to shove him and hope I’m fast enough to get out the door.
Maybe I can make it to a neighbor's house and call the police.
I clean myself up, flush the toilet, and start to wash my hands. Taking a deep breath, I’m able to calm myself now that I have some type of plan. Not a good plan, and there's a high chance that I’m not going to make it out the door, pissing Kieran off in the meantime, but it's still a plan.
"It'll be fine. You've got this. I mean, the man drugged you and is now forcing you to stay with him. Anything has to be better than this," I mutter to myself.
Steeling my spine, I know what I have to do. I open the bathroom door, my eyes darting to the bedroom door. Kieran must follow my gaze because he grunts out, "Don't even think about it, mo bhanphrionsa."
I don’t listen, though. Taking my chance, I sprint to the bedroom door. My hand connects with the knob when I feel his powerful arms wrap around my waist. He lifts me in the air as if I weigh nothing, pulling me into his chest. "I told you not to. You know what happens next. I warned you.”
I don’t even want to know what type of punishment he's thinking of doing, nor do I care. The only thing I can think about is trying to get away. I kick my feet haphazardly, hoping to connect with his legs, but no such luck when he throws me on the bed.
Laying on my back, I try to move, but he grabs my arm quickly before I can pull it away. That’s when I hear it—the click of the handcuff to my wrist.
"I hate you," I say between clenched teeth.
Kieran doesn’t say anything he just stares into my eyes as his hands glide down my thigh. I grit my teeth trying to hold back, but it seems my body has different ideas.
He continues to draw circles on my upper thigh as he slowly moves inwardly, creating goosebumps in his wake. I try to keep my emotions in check, staring up at the ceiling.
Kieran doesn’t let up. His other hand slides up to my wrists where the handcuffs are wrapped around them.
I can’t help but move my gaze toward his hands on mine, watching him as he leans over, placing a soft kiss on them. When his soft lips hit my skin, the only sound you can hear is the rattle of the cuffs when I try to pull away.
“I’m sorry about this, Mia. But I need you to understand something…” He trails off as his lips glide down my arm.
The feel of his lips make my nipples pebble as my panties dampen. Feeling unsettled that I’m reacting this way, I adjust my legs so my thighs are rubbing against each other, needing to relieve the ache that is building.
When his lips touch the crease of my neck, I can’t help but let a moan slip as I arch my back. I’m so fucked. I shouldn’t be worried about how to ease the pain between my legs. No, I should be more worried about how the hell I’m going to get out of this.
"You might say you hate me, but your body says differently.
Even in your anger, you have goosebumps everywhere I've touched you.
Your eyes are dilated and your nipples are pebbled underneath your thin shirt.
Tell me… if I check between your legs, will you be wet for me?
" His deep timbered voice washes over me as he makes his way down to my chest, his other hand creeping toward my pussy.
"No," I say, trying to adjust my body.
There is no way I can let him feel the evidence of what he’s doing to me. I adjust my legs, hoping to deter him. But it doesn’t. Actually, he doubles down. He grips my inner thigh, swiping his fingers down my slit. Kieran lets out a groan when he feels how wet I am.
"You're such a liar, mo bhanphrionsa," he says, pushing down my sweats, exposing myself to him.
He intertwines his fingers into the waistband of my panties before he pulls them. I hear a rip, my jaw drops when I watch Kieran stuff them into his pocket. Why is that so hot?
Before I even realize what’s going on, Kieran has gently moved me to the side, exposing my ass to him, when there is a sharp crack in the quiet room. Suddenly, I feel a bloom of pain on my backside that also sends a tingle to my clit.
"Did you spank me?" I ask, astonished at what is going on, and that I like it so much.
"Yes. It's time for your punishment."
Before I can process his words, his hand grazes up and down my thighs, all while keeping his eyes on me. I know exactly what’s about to come next—more spankings.
My heart flutters in my chest at the thought of more spankings, along with a throb in my clit, but I need to keep my wits about me. I can’t let him spank me again.
"No. I don’t want it," I sneer, but he doesn’t seem to care, nor does my body. I can feel my pussy dripping, while the whole time my mind is screaming hell no.
He doesn’t respond, just continues to manhandle me and I keep pushing my back against the bed trying to stop him from having access to my ass. But I’m not successful when I feel his hands rub against my bare bottom. Then suddenly, he strikes me two more times in the same spot.
I scream into the comforter with every strike, tears running down my face.
Kieran rubs my bottom softly in that spot as if he's trying to ease the pain he just gave me.
"Please. Please, let me go," I plead.
There is no way I can let him in, no matter how turned on he makes me, because deep down I know that if I let him in, even just a small amount, he will take over.
Placing both hands on either side of my head, he mutters, "Never. You belong by my side… wife."
Shaking my head back and forth, I scream, "I'll never be your wife."
Suddenly the heat of his body is gone, but I don’t look around for him, instead, I keep my gaze focused on the ceiling. I just assume he's sitting back at the bottom of the bed. My assumptions are correct when he spanks me two more times on the other cheek, forcing me to scream again.
“Stop spanking me,” I demand.
“Never,” he whispers as I feel the bed shift. He grips my face and forces me to look at him. Kieran has a grin that feels more unhinged than happy. My feelings are confirmed when he says his next words.
"You're already my wife, mo bhanphrionsa," he sneers. Releasing my chin, he stands to his full height, looking down at me.
Steeling my spine, I yell at him, "What do you mean?"
Kieran turns his back on me and starts to walk to the door as I scream again, "What do you mean?"
He doesn’t respond. Instead, all I hear is the door latch, and the lock turn, my screams turning into sobs. "What do you mean?"
Hopelessness takes over.
What the fuck I am going to do now?