Forget Me Not (Remember Me Series) by M. G. Morgan Read Free Book Online Page B

someone he’d become obsessed with go, it wasn’t in him to be merciful.
    “And when I tried to persuade her how good we could be together… Well she ruined it.”
    His eyes snapped open and he sat up a little straighter. He pushed his foot up a little higher until the sole of his shoe rested against my abdomen. His gaze was filled with anger as he stared down at me.
    “And you’re just like her. Ruining everything. Running away isn’t an option, Bella. Thinking you can just throw yourself off the cliff and everything else will cease to matter isn’t an option. You’re mine and that is final. You will do everything I ask of you. If I tell you to scream the only words I want to hear from you is, ‘How loud, Master?’ Is that understood?”
    I couldn’t help it. I knew I shouldn’t antagonise him, I knew I should have just nodded and done whatever it was that he wanted. But I couldn’t. It wasn’t in my character to just allow him to get away with whatever he wanted.
    “No. I’m not yours. You’re a pathetic excuse for a man. No wonder that other woman wouldn’t let you have her. You’re not worthy of any woman. You have to kidnap women, force them to into bed with you because you can’t get any to go willingly.”
    He lunged at me, my words finally driving him over the edge. He dragged me upright and punched me, the blow sending my head spinning. I dropped to my knees in front of him and tried to scramble away. But he was there first, his booted foot connecting with my ribs. Blood flooded my mouth, the taste coppery and warm.
    I didn’t make a sound as he rolled me over onto my back and sat down across my chest. He raised his fist, smashing it down on top of me again until I was sure I would simply pass out.
    He wrapped his hands around my throat and squeezed, the pressure building in my body rapidly. I scrabbled at his hands, clawing at him, trying to make him release me. I needed air and if I didn’t get it soon then I was going to pass out. Deep down I knew what would happen to me if I did. It wasn’t something I wanted to think about, but the reality of the situation was suddenly all too real.
    He released me as suddenly as he’d grabbed me, the look in his eyes wild and frightened. He hopped up from the floor and paced away from me, his hands brushing back through his blonde hair.
    “No, no, no, no, not again. I won’t let you beat me again.”
    His words filtered through the fog in my head. I could breathe again and the air I was dragging in past my bruised throat burned, but it felt wonderful.
    He turned back to me and I expected the abuse to begin all over again. I cringed into a ball, huddling in on my body but he didn’t touch me.
    “Rebecca ran just like you did. She found my keys in the desk and she got in that car. She was barely fit to stand… Couldn’t even see straight and do you know what she did? She drove straight off the cliff you tried to take a swan dive from this evening. She didn’t even slow down…”
    His voice broke in a choked sob. He buried his face in his hands and when he finally looked up at me again, I could see the tears that streaked his cheeks.
    “She left me, she preferred death over me… Why? WHY? Why would she do that?” 
    He crouched down on the floor next to me, his hands stroking softly through my hair before he pulled me up onto his lap.
    “You’re just like her. But I won’t let you go… I’ll look after you, keep you safe.”
    I didn’t like the sound of it, but it was something I could use to my advantage.
    “You don’t want me to kill myself… Not again…”
    He nodded and continued to stroke my hair.
    “We need to fix you up, get you cleaned up…”
    “But you can’t touch me, Christopher.”
    His hands froze on my body. I fell silent instantly, waiting for the blows to come, waiting for him to fly off the handle again and kill me. But he didn’t.
    Instead the sound of moaning drew my attention to the darkest corner of the room.