Chapter 189: Odette and Ambrose
After changing her clothes, she turned around to find Ambrose standing in the closet doorway staring. Heat crept up her cheeks, how long has he been standing there?
"You make it a habit to sneak up on girls and watch them dress? What are you a Peeping Tom?" She sarcastically spat out.
He chuckled "Only with you is it becoming a habit." He spoke slow and deliberate, his words smooth, almost like he’s said them before.
She scoffed and snapped her head around embarrassed; her poor cheeks, she knows they were as red as her eyes; she hid them as fast as she could. She absolutely did not want him to see how his words affected her.
"You tell that to all the women you sleep with?" She roll her eyes, pretending to be unaffected by his words.
"Never in a million years." He acted wounded by my words "Why, are you jealous?"
She scoffed again, "Yeah not even in your dreams."
He laughed and changed the subject "I brought breakfast for you."
She was shook. "Why would you do that?"
"Can’t have my favorite pet starved for our adventure today." He turned and gestured toward his table which was overflowing with different dishes. "To be completely honest, why I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I had a little of everything made."
She couldn’t figure out his motive, this wasn’t what someone did when they hated you.
She nodded not wanting to show too much excitement for the delicious spread he presented on the table. She sat down and he followed sitting directly across from me.
"Why? This wasn’t necessary, I’m a prisoner and practically a slave here, why would you go this far, for me?" Why was he confusing her? One minute they’re kissing, the next he’s got his hands wrapped tightly around her neck, and now he’s feeding her all sorts of different food, because he doesn’t know what she likes.
What the hell? What’s his game? What is he playing at?
"How do I know it’s not poison?" She glared at him with a single eyebrow raised in skepticism.
"I’ll fuck you before I kill you." He said flatly.
Her eyes popped open.
’Fuck me? Never.’ She was saving herself.
"I think I lost my appetite." She said firmly pushing her chair away from the table.
"I didn’t say you could leave. Sit down." He growled.
"What, are you going to kill me, again? Force me into your bed, again. What else are you going to do to me?" She matched his intense stare, refusing to back down.
He narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips at her.
"I could do a lot worse, don’t push me." He growled, clearly offended at being called out and rejected.
"Then do it." She challenged him. She didn’t care what he did at this point. It can’t be worse than breaking her heart in a million piece by killing her.
He flipped the table spilling all the food on the floor
"You think I won’t do worse? I won’t stoop so low as to take you right here and right now?" He yelled kicking the food and broken glass.
She flinched sitting in her chair, but she didn’t back down and her resolve didn’t faulter.
But as sick as it is, the idea of him touching her again filled her core with fire. An ache made itself at home in the space between her legs.
She should be scared of the idea of him bending her over and taking her. She should want to run away. ’I need a therapist.’
She just met his anger with silence. Sometimes silence speaks louder than words.
She maintained an unfazed appearance. But inside it scared her how easily his mood could change. How quick he could flip.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you that immature you can’t control your temper? Grow up. I’m not scared of you, and now having faced death, that doesn’t scare me anymore either." She yelled back at him.
He was fuming she could see it in his eyes, the anger, the fire. He emitted this aura of terror, that normally would probably scare her.
"You, you are what’s wrong with me!" He yelled back.
What did he mean by that?
"You act like I have a choice in anything. You stripped me of that. If I’m what’s wrong send me away, send me back home. Let me go." She loudly suggested. Or rather demanded.
His words slammed a dagger into her chest. Like he was rejecting her...
"No, you will never leave. Ever. You belong to me, and I will tear anyone who tries to take you away to shreds. I will rip out there heart while it’s still beating. I own every single piece of you, through and through. Get that? I will never let you go." He snarled.
And that made her lose it. It crushed any real hope she had of leaving this place and escaping. She believed him.
She fell from the chair on to her knees and folded in on herself, her hands covering her face. She fought back the tears that wanted to burst from her eyes. She was almost gagging on silent sobs.
"Just let me go, please. I’ll beg, I’ll disappear and never come back, I’ll never search for my family. Anything. Just please let me go."
"How did you put it? Not even in your dreams." He growled.
"Why can’t you just behave, I had this whole day planned where I was going to take you to a shop and get fitted for new clothing. But no, I guess I’ll toss that plan out because I’ll have to punish you for your insolence."
When he mentioned punishment, a shiver ran down her back, she shuddered. A thrill shot through her.
"I told you from day one, I wouldn’t make this easy for you. I’m not an obedient girl, if you wanted obedient, should have kidnapped someone else."
"You just don’t get it do you. You’re so infuriating." He threw his hands up and then down the back of his head ending around his neck while he pulled on it raising his chin. "It had to be you, only you. You here with me, it destroys your father. And that’s all I care about it!"
She winced. His words were sharp and harsh.
"I hate you." She growled low.
"The feeling is mutual."