Chapter 41
Chapter 41:
“Sera…” he mumbled against her skin.
The name was a bucket of ice water.
Skye went rigid. A cold, sharp rage sliced through her panic. He was forcing himself on her, and he was calling her that name.
“I am not her,” Skye hissed.
She reached into her clutch bag, which was still hanging from her wrist. Her fingers closed around the cold, rectangular shape of the compact taser she had bought after the kidnapping.
Liam grabbed the strap of her dress, trying to pull it down.
“Mine,” he growled. “You’re mine p>
Skye jammed the taser into his ribs, right between the third and fourth buttons of his shirt.
“No,” she said. She pulled the trigger.
ZZZZZTTT!
The sound was a sharp, electric crackle that tore through the heavy air.
Liam’s body jerked violently. His eyes rolled back in his head. A guttural groan escaped his throat as his muscles seized.
He collapsed.
He fell like a cut tree, hitting the carpet with a heavy, dead thud.
Silence returned to the room. The only sound was the crackling fire and Skye’s ragged breathing.
She stood over him, smoothing her dress. Her hands were shaking, but her eyes were dry.
She looked down at her husband, unconscious on the floor, drooling slightly on the expensive Persian rug.
“Sleep tight, darling,” she whispered.
She dragged a heavy armchair in front of the door, blocking it. Then she took a spare blanket from the closet and curled up on the chaise lounge by the window. She kept the taser in her hand, her finger resting on the trigger.
𝘉𝗋𝗈𝗐se 𝗯𝗒 𝗰𝗮𝘁ego𝗿𝗒 о𝗇 𝘣e.𝘤𝘰𝘮
She didn’t sleep. She watched him.
And for the first time, she realized that the man she had loved for five years was just a man. Weak. Manipulable. And entirely beatable.
Morning light filtered through the heavy drapes, casting long, dusty beams across the wreckage of the master bedroom.
Liam groaned. The sound was deep, pathetic, and filled with regret. He tried to move, but his body screamed in protest. His ribs felt like they’d been kicked by a mule, and his head throbbed in a rhythm that matched his heartbeat.
He peeled his eyes open. The ceiling spun.
“Drink this p>
A glass of water appeared in his line of sight.
Liam pushed himself up on one elbow, wincing. He looked up. Skye was sitting in the armchair she had moved away from the door. She was fully dressed in jeans and a black turtleneck, looking fresh, alert, and terrifyingly calm.
“What… what happened?” Liam croaked. He took the water, his hands shaking. “Did I have a seizure p>