Not To You (Billionaire's Secret)

chapter 25

The thick bed cover that was so soft and slick felt abrasive now Abriella was healing. She walked into the bathroom still bare and above the sink, there was a circular metal plate it was so shiny and flawless. it was almost like glass. In it she saw her face. Her hair and face were all messy she stared for a long moment at herself.

The door opened and Kaden came in with breakfast. She stepped into the doorway of the bathroom, staring at him as he shut the door with his foot. She wasn't sure what time it was, but either way it strucked her it was too early for him to be showered or dressed.

"Why are you covering yourself, " he asked. She immediately looked down at the ground but did not move her hand away from her breast.

"I'm naked master." Her voice sounded a little trembulous.

He set the tray down on the bed. "You've always been naked infront of me. Why are you suddenly modest? Drop your hands and come here."

Without hesitation she dropped her hand, clasping her hand infront of her before she slowly walked towards him. He sighed and slapped her hands away from her sex.

"Don't cover yourself infront of me it only makes you look ridiculous."

She bit her lip. "Yes master," she whispered. "It would be generous of you to let me put on clothes, am feeling better now," she continued, "There isn't any reason i can't wear clothes again."

A few seconds passed his green eyes searched her brown ones and he let out a taunting laugh. Her heart picked up it's pace as it hit her hard and she came to know she had issued something like a command. She pulled away from him instantly kneeling at his feet, hoping he would take pity on her and grant her request.

He reached for his belt buckle and her heart kicked into overdrive. She shook her head furiously as she reached for his hand to hold them firmly in hers. "Pls don't hit me," she said between her painful whimper and wiped her face as tears fell. "I'm sorry master. Please don't hit me."

He made a sound not unlike laugh, but close to an annoyed grunt and slapped her hands away. "Stand up," he said in a calm voice, but she only dug to his leg and wept. He pulled her up by her hair and a sea of dread washed through her. "And you think having some fabric will protect you from me?" It sounded more like a statement than a question. As he sighed she think she cringed.

"Take off my shirt." She opened her eyes slowly, stunned at his words. His height brought her to eye level of his sun kissed chest. Maybe it had been a mistake to tell him she needed clothes.

Unable to do anything but comply, she rested her hands on his shoulders gently pulling the fabric back untill it slid off of him.

"Now put it on." A tight mean spirited smile tittled up one side
of his mouth as she put on his shirt. It hung a little above her knee.

He turned to leave the room and she set about buttoning the shirt, surprised to acknowledge the way his smell .ade her stomach flutter. His shirt, his scent, surrounded her. It was the first time since she'd arrived that his presence which pressed against her brought her comfort.

He returned sonner than she expected and without his shirt. Her eyes were unable to look away from all his well muscled flesh. He set the tray and chair he brought with him near the door. Her face crumpled, memories of that horrible night when he set her body aflame. She had no desire to reenact any of the events that transpired that evening.

She said nothing and silently obeyed as he turned her around, locking her both wrists together behind her back. This time he had to make sure she couldn't wrestle food away from him, not that she had any desire to. She wasn't very hungry but actually just sad.