Contractually Yours Alpha (Riley) novel Chapter 321

Chapter Sixty One 

“You cannot force me into loving you, Daemon.” 

“I can and I will.” 

Daemon shrugged his suit off and began unbuttoning his shirt. 

“What are you doing?” He gave no response. I scrambled out of the bed, but he caught up to me. “Don’t think your little stunt won’t go unpunished, Riley.” He says, taking off his belt. 

“You wouldn’t dare.” 

“I saw your son, Ethan. He is one cute little thing.” Daemon said with a smirk playing on his lips. I could see the unspoken threat. 

“No, not Ethan, please no!” I sobbed. 

“I didn’t hurt him… not yet, but now you know what I would do if you don’t cooperate, little Riley.” 

“Don’t do anything to him.” 

“I promise you, Riley, if you stop acting like a bitch, then I wouldn’t hurt him.‘ 

“I won’t; I will behave.” 

“Good girl. Now strip.” 

“What?” 

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” 

“I know you, Daemon; you are better than this.” 

“I’m not, and soon you will understand that. Now strip.‘ 

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He watched me as I took off my clothes; when I was completely naked, he positioned me so my ass was in the air. I felt so exposed, so embarrassed, and I knew he liked it. I closed my eyes, promising myself that he would pay for this. 

“Now I want you to count with me. Can you do that for me?” 

I nodded. 

“Let’s hear you say that.” 

“Yes.” I said aloud. 

I felt the first lash of the belt against my ass cheeks, and I cried out. “One.” I whispered. 

“Two… 

Three… 

Four… 

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Five…” 

Finally he stopped, gently massaging my reddened cheeks; it stung, but I had been through worse; the embarrassment I felt hurt more than even the lashes. 

He used the belt to tie both my hands to the bedpost. closed my eyes, not wanting to watch. 

“Open your eyes. Riley, I want you to see how much of a monster I am and exactly how I plan to make you mine.” 

I lay on the bed, completely sore. Daemon hadn’t been gentle, yet he managed to do it all right. I didn’t want to get all wet for him; I didn’t want him to bring me to my orgasm, and yet… he did. I hated myself for not fighting it even if it was completely out of my control; my body had acted with a mind of its own, and I was left with the guilt. 

My hands still remained tied to the bedpost. 

He was gone now; he had been gone for some hours now, and I preferred the silence. I wanted to be alone; I wanted to think. 

I needed to get out of here, but how do I do that without risking my child’s life? I wouldn’t make even a single step if that would lead to Ethan getting hurt. 

Just then Daemon walked in, a plate of food and a glass of water in his hands; he dropped it on the table. “I got you some food.” He said with a small smile. 

He walked to me, taking off the belt and freeing my hands. Angry red bruises marred my wrist, and his eyes lingered a moment too long on the injuries before he looked away. 

“I could feed you.” He suggested. 

“I don’t feel like eating.” 

“You will have to eat, else you’ll die.” 

“I don’t trust you enough to eat that.” 

“If you are worried about it being poisoned, then rest assured, it is not.” 

“And I’m supposed to believe you?” 

“You don’t have a choice; now eat.” He said, handing the plate to me, I accepted it, only to toss it away. A small frown formed on his face. “You know I could make you eat it up from the floor.” 

He rose. “But I won’t. You want an apology for earlier, then I’m sorry.” 

“You know, you are a sicko, a bipolar freak.” 

“I will never use the belt on you ever again.” 

“Am I supposed to thank you for that?”