Highest Bidder Collection - Lauren Landish Page 0,246

me forget. Please, make me forget.

I wish he couldn’t read me so well. And I don’t want to really respond. But I know he’s expecting an answer.

“Yes sir,” I say softly, my words sounding a bit stiff. I’ve come to hate them. But I love saying them at the same time. I’m just one big walking contradiction.

He runs his hand down my stomach, and circles it around my pubic hair. “When you shower, make sure you shave.”

Anger swells up my throat and I swallow. I’m glad he can’t see me roll my eyes. He knows that I’ll shave, I just haven’t gotten a chance to take a shower yet. I think he just knows that I’m pissed and wants to make me even angrier. He wants to rule over me. Fuck him!

“You’re an asshole!” The words spew from my lips before I can stop them.

His arms leave my waist. I’m relieved and miss his touch all at the same time. I fucking hate how he makes me feel. “Why are you angry with me?” he asks, his voice even and low. Deadly.

I turn to face him, no longer able to hide the anger I feel. “You lied to me.”

Joseph clinches his jaw. “I already told you that I didn’t.”

“And I’m supposed to believe that? That man said you killed people. How do you explain that?”

“Lilly, I’m going to ask you not to talk about that. It has nothing to do with us.”

My jaw nearly drops as I stare at him with wide eyes. “Nothing to do?” I ask breathlessly, stabbing my finger into the mattress. “I’m a fucking slave to a murderer! That’s what I am! How do you think that makes me feel?”

Anger flashes in his eyes. I’ve really pissed him off by calling him a murderer.

He stares at me for a long moment, his chest heaving, the veins standing out on his neck. For a second, I think he’ll even strike me. Maybe I just want him to, so I can have a real reason to hate him or at least a reason not to love him. But his next words make my blood run cold.

“Go to your cage.”

I open my mouth to protest, but I snap it shut. It’s useless. This is what I wanted anyway.

Tears well up in my eyes, but I fight them back. I don’t know why I said anything. I should’ve known what would happen. All I needed to do was to shut the fuck up and keep counting the days until this was over.

I turn around, drop to my knees, and crawl inside my cage, hating him every second of the way.

He shuts the cage door before I’m even to the back of it. But he doesn’t lock it. He never does. I wish he would. My heart breaks as I hold back the sob.

I glare at him balefully, from in between the bars. He looks down at me with both pity and anger in his eyes. For some reason, it pisses me the fuck off, yet again.

“I’ll spend every fucking day here in this cage if it means I can get away from you,” I snarl with venom. I don’t know why I say the words. I know I don’t even mean it. But I can’t help myself.

I regret it the moment I say it though.

I wait for him to say something nasty in response, but he doesn’t. His face is an impassive mask, but his eyes are a storm of emotion. I’ve hurt him with my words, I can feel it. It hurts me to know that. I really shouldn’t have done that. God, I’m such a bitch. Looking at the swirl of emotion in his dark eyes makes me hate myself.

He was opening up to me, and now he’ll be closed off.

Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.

But I can’t bring myself to say anything. My throats closed off and the tears roll down my cheeks.

I don’t know why.

After a moment, his eyes heavy, Joseph turns and walks from the room, leaving me alone in my cage.

A feeling of guilt washes over me as soon as he’s gone, along with a wave of loneliness and I can’t stop the tears that are suddenly free falling down my face.

I really should be careful what I wish for.

Joseph

Her nails dig into my forearms scratching down my arms and leaving marks as I fuck her ruthlessly, claiming her once again. “Keep fighting me my flower.” I tell her as my hips buck