Coerced

Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Shannon Pov

Mara hits me on my chest with a cute moue. "You are never honest with me." 

I meet her eyes in fondness and kiss her cheek. "Cupcakes...” I push away the baby hairs out of her face. "When you are too ingenuous and gullible for this sinful world, I will have to be shrewd and smart to protect you." I kiss her head carrying bridal style to our sleek back Lamborghini waiting at the entrance of the abandoned warehouse.

I dab a ball of cotton in antiseptic lotion and hold it on the scar of her cheek. She hisses in pain and I did not know if it was the feeling of untamed anger towards her assaulter or hatred on my own self for my helplessness in seeing my wife suffer. If there was anything beyond death that I could do to the scoundrel I would have done it infinite times to him by now. 

My eyes turn red with unshed tears seeing Mara's misery. Gulping heavily, I swallow my breath and continue to treat her, reinforcing an inscrutable expression.

"It would hurt you for just a moment, love. Please don't cry." 

She looked at me for a moment and shook her head. Connecting our foreheads she held my face in her little soft hands. "I am fine now, don't worry." I inhale deep, pulling her to a hug and dip my head to attach my lips with hers. "You are my breath, my love, I cannot live without you." I kiss her vehemently like a peasant who sees paucity after suffering years of famine.

I got all the information about the creep who was troubling Mara a few hours ago from my private investigator. But I did not want to frighten my wife of the information and impose restrictions on her and be under the lock and key of the house. I want her and my daughter to live happily and lead a carefree life. I had guards behind Mara 24/7 but the idiot was a smart ass who came out with an assured plan. He had obviously done a detailed study on my work plans, businesses and my security. He took schemed steps and eliminated all my men.

The moment Mara was kidnapped her bodyguard was prompt behind her and gave a tough fight to the asshole but if things failed I should always be ready with a backup plan. The platinum bracelet I gifted my wife ten years ago since the origin of our relationship was an example of such a safety measure. It has got a tracker as well as an invisible camera inside it that lets me watch her wherever she is on this earth.

I am a cold hearted business man and there are many people on this globe who do not like me. Thus I need to be doubly assured about the security of my family. Thank Heavens! Mara is fine except for a few bruises here and there. Otherwise I would have never excused myself to my laxity and oversight.

My thoughts were broken by her words. "So I was right in asking you, the bracelet I wore all this while does hold a black magic for it has got a tracker and camera." 

A smile was playing on her lips. "Did you know that someone was following me before I came to your office asking for protection?" 

I gave her a side glance for a moment and placed back the first-aid material in its box. "I had my doubts and you confirmed them." My reply was short and impassive, indulging in giving out no emotions, something that was of my nature when I was terribly angry or agonized by someone.

"Put on your safety belt." I tell her in a deadpan statement before starting the ignition. "This is why you always fidget with my bracelet." She tells me introspectively. 

Suddenly there was curiosity in her eyes as she shifted in her seat turning towards me. "Wait a minute, you said you could see and hear me all the time." I look at her from the corner of my eyes with the vision directed to the road. Fuck! Why should all this awareness dawn on her just at this hour?

"I never parted with the bracelet since the day you fixed it on my wrist. It is on me 24/7. That means....." The realization hits her like the bell of the alarm clock. She blocks her mouth with her hand and looks at me flabbergasted. "Did you watch me undress and take a shower too?" 

I bit the insides of my cheek but presented a straight face focusing on the road. “Close your eyes and take some rest Mara, while I drive us home." I tell her in a blank statement revving on the engine.

"I want an answer." I make a glimpse at her for just a second before focussing back my eyes on the road and there enlivens a volcano in her orbs. 

"You are an anthropoid; you feigned setting me free but watched me 24/7 all these years? Didn’t you know this is a complete disruption of my privacy?" She yelled and attacked me with closed fists. 

Shit! This is going to be a tough interrogation. "Ouch" I make a mock squeal rubbing the place she hits me. 

"How could you do this to me?  I wanted space, stayed away from you and you fooled me, kept an eye on me all the time. And even watched me nude?" Her effluxes went beyond annoyance.

I stopped the car beside the road, blocked both her hands, trying my best to control the laughter that was obviously obstreperous and brought her to an ebullient hug.  "How could I stay at peace cupcakes, when you are miles away from me? That bracelet assured me all these years of your safety.” I hold her face in my hands and kiss her breathlessly  in a lingering passion.

"You lied to me." She points out. I shook my head and replied in placidity looking in her eyes. "I did not lie to you.  I only hid the truth from you." I kiss the side of her head playing with the long tendrils that slid out of her braid and a wicked thought squirms in my mind all of a sudden. "What is wrong, if a husband views his wife bare?" I ask her with curiosity, acting too innocently.

Her face was worth watching that I wished to treasure for my whole life. I had a savaging urge to pull out my phone from my pocket and click a photograph of hers - eyes narrowed, lips in a slight gasp and cheeks turning into a deeper scarlet by each second. "What?" She asks me alarmed and I try pulling her leg further.

"Your nose turns red again." A naughty smile sneaks out forcefully off my rims as I rub on her nose with my forefinger.  There goes for nothing...Something strikes, getting her eyes into an obvious dreadfulness. "Do you still watch me while I dress and take a bath?" 

My head falls back as I burst into a fit of chortles. Can she be any cuter? "Why would I still watch dummies and jack off when the original stays right beside me?" I chuckle answering her and then it ticks off but I was too late. This is going to be a long night.

"You did what?" Evidently, there was another fit of emotions on her - a mix of anger, fear and astonishment.  

Holy Jesus! I am into this for a lot of trouble. "A man has his needs to be fulfilled, sweetheart." 

She twists her lips in distaste. "You are next to impossible." A loud laughter acquaints my brims. "That I am." I tell her, crossing my arms in arrogance. "Let's go home fast otherwise Amaira would start crying." 

An hour later...

My wife stood nude in the lamplight except for her black embroidered cotton panties and matching lacy bra.  My hands went to her bosom as I unclipped the hook and freed her breasts off the bra. She held her breathe with arms across her tits. "I am scarred at every place." A feeble answer emblazons her lips.

Fucking bastard...."Let me see it Love." I tell her in softness, slowly pull her hand down that was covering her breasts and slid her panties. My eyes go red in anger as I turned her around for further inspection and see her injured body. "He tied me solidly with ropes and wounded me." She tells me while softly sobbing. 

I almost got through the roof, shaking and pulled her to my chest. "Don't cry my love, I will make everything alright." Profanities ran under my breath without a filter as I applied antiseptic lotion on her bruises and slid the covers around us. 

"Don’t worry; I will dress you back before Princess wakes up. Till then let the medicine heal you."  I lull her to my chest and kiss her head.