Page 55 of Hurt Me Not
“What's that look?” she asked, annoyance in her tone.
Hot tears welled in my eyes. I hadn't even realized that I was so close to crying until that moment.
Other. Girls.
I hadn’t even allowed myself to think about Emerson being with anyone else, and now it was all I could think about.
Had she paid them?
Had they played whore for her too?
Rage filled me. I turned away from her, meaning to walk up those stairs so I could be alone. I wasn’t in control. I was pissedoff at the whole situation, and I felt like a ticking time bomb. If I blew up, she would be the only victim.
But I didn't get far. She grabbed my wrist hard and pulled me back to look at her.
“Tell me what you need.”
I needed her to hug me. To tell me I was the only one she’d ever wanted. That she had been madly obsessed and in love with me for as long as I’d been with her.
I also wanted her to tell me she found out what happened to me. That she’d done her research and I wouldn’t need to say anything or relive those awful moments.
And all my need, desperation, and jealousy just fueled my anger even more.
“I don't need anything from you,” I spat and tried to move away from her again, but her grip was tight on my wrist.
“The contract says that when you're in my house?—”
“Fuck the contract. In fact, fuck you too,” I growled and glared at her. “Just leave me alone and go find one of those other girls supposedly hanging off you.”
At those words, she let me go, but I didn't have it in me to run away from her. I wasn’t going to run this time. So I took a few steps back, watching her digest what I said. Waiting to see if she’d go.
Wishing she didn’t.
Her eyes flashed. Something in them scared and excited me at the same time.
“Kneel.”
One word, but she spoke it in such a commanding voice that my body moved as if I were hypnotized. My knees hit the cold flooring.
She stepped toward me, one hand coming to gently hold my chin, forcing me to look up at her. I loved seeing her above me like this. Total control.
Other. Girls.
But the image of other women with her was burned into my mind. I hated it. I hated the jealousy that ran through my veins.
Most of all, I hated the power she had over me and how my cunt immediately fluttered to life for her.
“Are you jealous?”
I bit my lip, hard, unable to lie to Emerson.
“My poor, neglected slut, have I not been taking good enough care of you? Are you unhappy with me?”
I’m unhappy about you fucking other women.But I still remained quiet.
“You have no reason to be jealous, Pearl,” she said, leaning closer until our faces were just inches apart.
I wanted to believe it. It would be a dream come true if she were telling the truth.
