Scarred (Lost Series Book 2) by LeTeisha Newton Read Free Book Online Page B

that you didn’t understand?” he asked.
    Where was the man from the car? He gave into his desire for me and for those moments, had been kind. I was looking at Pantera. Ethan, the one who asked me if I wanted him to kill my attackers disappeared. The same man who allowed me to work out in his gym under a watchful eye was gone. I didn’t see any softness in him now. No care or consideration, and it made me feel cold.
    “Is that all I am?” I asked, balling my fists.
    “I thought we cleared this up in the car,” he told me and turned.
    “Don’t you dare turn your back on me.” I felt Vadim move rather than saw him as I stepped forward. He gripped my arm and pulled me to a stop.
    “Your pizd á needs to learn respect,” Vadim said, spitting the word I didn’t understand like a curse. Ethan whirled around then took three strides before punching Vadim in the nose. Blood exploded as I jerked away. Vadim fell to the ground, spitting blood on the marble floor in the foyer.
    “You call her anything close to that again, I’ll kill you. You touch her again I’ll mount your fucking hands on my wall. Apologize.” Ethan’s voice was scalpel sharp and just as hard.
    Vadim spit more blood before struggling to apologize as he held his nose. I could see how askew it was and knew it was broken.
    “You didn’t have to break his nose!”
    “I’ll break more, and he will thank me for it. Now get your ass upstairs and do what the fuck I told you, you’ve caused enough trouble for one fucking night.”
    “I am not—”
    Ethan jumped in my face, talking to me through gritted teeth. “You are what I want you to be, wherever, and whenever I want you to be it. I told you there was no turning back, and you stayed. Deal with it, or you won’t like how I do.”
    “Bastard.”
    “That’s a compliment to what I really am. Vadim, call Sasha and get that looked at. River, up the stairs, down the hall to the left. Our suite is the only one on that side.”
    Ethan turned and walked away, knowing I would do as he asked. I was too afraid not to. He was nothing like Derrick, I knew that. Ethan didn’t care to sugar coat the violence he used, or tried to smooth things over. What he did was punishment and he was lord over all those in his world.
    And I belonged to him.
    I turned and fled up the stairs, no longer caring about looking around the house or learning my way. His words rung in my head and I followed them without fail. A large set of heavy oak doors guarded Ethan’s personal space. I pushed into the room, taking only a moment to look hastily around the red and gold décor before seeing an open door with a large mirror on the wall. I went in and realized it was a vanity area holding a massive walk-in closet filled with clothes.
    And some of them were mine.
    When I wasn't looking, Ethan made the move for me, orchestrating the way he would take over my life, and I was unaware, playing with his cock on the side of the road like some whore. I stumbled from the room to the next door into the bathroom. It was a spacious room with a big garden tub, separate from the stone-laid shower large enough for several people in it comfortably.
    I hated it all. His money, his power, his control over me. And I hated most a part of me had fucking loved how he tore that little shit down for daring to disrespect me. I craved his sort of protection and care, despite the strings attached. It made me sick.
    So fucking sick.
    Had Derrick trained me, rewired me to like violence, to like control? Was there some part of me that enjoyed my treatment? I didn’t know, and it shattered me. I stripped from my clothes, not wanting to have anything of him on me. I put the water as hot as I could take it and stepped under the spray.
    I cried, because I knew when he came into the room, I’d fight him, and then I’d let him take me. Not because I had to, not because I told him I would. But because I wanted him, wanted his strength, and I wasn’t so sure anymore