Bound To You

Chapter 2 - Ticking Bomb.

                                         Chapter 2 - Ticking Bomb.

The warmth of the water filled my body with pleasurable tingles. The bubbles surrounded my skin and created featherlike sensations.

Roman had made a bubble bath for me with rose peddles and champagne.

Our one year anniversary.

I was alone.

There was a crack in the dark bathroom tiles. I sat up, making the warm water disappear from my upper body. I studied the crack. It was like it stared right back at me, taunting me.

It haunted me every day.

I tilted my head forward and closed my eyes.

My hair was wet and smelled like lavenders.

Roman liked it when I smelled like lavenders. It was his favorite. Even though he was out for the night, I still wanted to look and smell good for him.

Even when he never noticed me. He left right after preparing his gift for me.

The bubble bath and a stunning dark red, teardrop-shaped diamond earrings. He said the color was made for me. Exactly like the first night we met.

He liked the way the blood oozed from my skin. It was like ecstasy.

I should think that he was a very sick man; I should think that he was a psychopath but I didn’t. I liked the thought about him loving my blood. It was addictive.

Roman said it was special to him; to us.

I didn’t ask why. Good girls never asked questions and good girls always got what they wanted. Exactly like when I was a little girl, when my father was still alive and everything was perfect.

If I behaved, I got what I wanted. All I wanted was Roman; more than anything in the world. Unfortunately, he didn’t want me. He never as much as looked my way.

A knock on the door pulled me away from my thoughts and brought me back to reality.

“What?” I shouted to the person on the other side of the dark wooden door.

“Don’t use that tone with me,” a rough voice replied.

I froze.

Roman. He was home again. A burst of joy exploded inside of me.

“Enjoying your present, love?”

I nodded, knowing he couldn’t see me, “yeah, it’s really nice.”

He laughed from behind the door, his deep smooth voice sending gratifying shivers from the top of my head, to the edge of my toes. He did that to me. He had the power to make me feel good and heartwarming, just by the sound of his voice.

And he knew just that. He knew exactly what to do, where to touch and what to say to make me explode with wild butterflies.

“Are you wearing your earrings?” Roman asked.

I automatically reached towards the shining diamonds which were hanging from my ears. They made me feel cold, even though I was sitting in hot water.

“Yes I am. I love them, Roman,” I whispered. Moments passed before he spoke again.

“Open the door, love.”

My breath hitched, “Roman, I’m in the bathtub.”

“I don’t care. Open the door.”