Chapter 34

LILY E His strong hands glide over my arms almost reverently, completely at odds with the man who rutted me like a lust-blinded animal a few moments ago. He unfastens the handcuffs, and I sag against his broad chest. He gently circles my wrists with the pads of his thumbs and forefingers, soothing the chafed skin. “I got you, buttercup,” he murmurs against my hair. “You did so good.” I mumble incoherently, so tired I could sleep for a week. He hoists me into his arms and cradles me close to his chest. “Let’s get you upstairs” are the last words I hear him say. When my eyelids flutter open again, I’m in Zeke’s bed, and he’s wiping me down with a warm cloth. I look down to see the small knife wound just above my ribs, and the memory of him cutting me sends a fresh jolt of electricity between my thighs. What the hell is wrong with me? “It stopped bleeding, but I’m going to glue it, okay? It won’t scar.” “It won’t?” I ask, surprised at the disappointment that washes over me. “No, buttercup