“What do you want from me?!” she cried.
Diarmuid’s lips were almost touching hers, and they were looking into each other’s eyes even as their breaths swirled around each other’s nostrils.
“Have you asked for my approval before marrying someone else?” he growled quietly, withholding the sense of helplessness he felt.
Only Abigail could make him run in circles like this, and he could not do anything about her not even yell!
Abigail, however, found him crazy.
He was hooking up with Kathy already–so why was she not allowed to marry someone else?
“We’re divorced, and I can marry anyone I want! Why do you care?”
Diarmuid kept himself calm. “Sharp–tongued, aren’t you?”
Abigail pursed his lips. “I would never hope to match you in that department, Mr. Althoff! Why did you even take me here? Am I your prisoner?!”
“Mr. Althoff, you say?!” Diarmuid growled.
Anger appeared on his face, and it looked just like the omen of an impending storm!
He did not like being called that—and very much so!
“Don’t call me that. Say my name,” Diarmuid demanded.
“I would never-
Before Abigail could refuse, he had jammed his lips on hers, stopping her from talking
However, she clenched her jaw to stop his tongue from advancing!
As Diarmuid pulled away, he found her glaring at him stubbornly.
“Are you really not letting me kiss you?” He chuckled coolly. “Who would you rather kiss, then? Harvey Gooding?”
Abigail stiffened her neck, and lied outright despite thinking otherwise “Yes”
Diarmuid glowered horribly right then, and snorted coldly, “Don’t even think about it!”
He started to lean forward again, and Abigail fought back in turn–but this time, he bit firmly down on her lips, and Abigail winced in pain.
“Oof-”
Embarrassed, she suddenly pretended to be receptive. Diarmuid was surprised as she took the initiative, but before he could revel in that sensation, Abigail was biting his lip at the next instant, and her teeth closed a lot harder on his lips than when she did it to him.
Diarmuid, however, did not resist or even bat an eyelid.
He endured it as she vented her frustration, and she must have broken his skin–the scent of blood was thick in the air!
Naturally, his tolerance bored her, and she let him go.
“Can’t bear to hurt me?” he asked.
“Dream on.” Abigail snorted.
“I would have considered letting you go if you proved compliant, but you really don’t have tact.”
He rose to his feet, suddenly towering over her, while Abigail was left in shock. “What are you talking about? Are you keeping me here?!”
“You never listen,” he said simply.
Abigail lost composure right then. How long was he going to keep her here?!
No, she had to get out!
She promptly got up and ran, but Diarmuid simply grabbed her by the waist, holding her tightly against. himself. She could feel his scorching body heat through the thin fabric separating their skin, and it felt almost burning.
She kicked and screamed, “Let me go!”
Diarmuid caught her hands to stop her from hurting herself in agitation.
“I’ll never let you go.” Diarmuid carried her back to bed and picked up the rope he used before to tie her up.
Abigail’s eyes widened and she shook her head repeatedly. “No, stop! Don’t tie me up!”
He did it anyway. “You’re too smart, and I have this feeling that my guards would never be able to restrain you There is no chance I would allow you to marry Harvey Gooding.”
Abigail was seething through tears. “I hate you!”
Diarmuid stiffened, but smiled. “Hate me all you want. You’re not getting away from me.”
She bellowed furiously, “You’re too much! You’ll have your just deserts!”
Diarmuid stared at her for a while, and though he was chuckling, there was a glimmer in his eyes that looked almost like tears.
“I already have it. Do you think there’s anything that can hurt me more now?”
Abigail was taken aback, her rage subsiding a little when she saw the look in his eyes.
Her voice calmed considerably as well. “When will you let me go?”
“That depends on you.” He replied.
Bzzt-
That was when Diarmuid’s phone, which he left at the bedside shelf, started vibrating
He picked it up and answered the call, which was from Stan.
Stan appeared rather worried. “We have a situation, sir.”
“What is it?” Diarmuid asked.
“Kathy York was attacked on the way to the branch office,” Stan explained
“You can handle that yourself,” Diarmuid replied.
“She’s seriously hurt, and is refusing treatment until she gets to see you.”
Diarmuid frowned. “Got it.”
He soon hung up, but Stan had no idea what he meant.
Meanwhile, Kathy was still throwing a fit, and he decided to text Diarmuid the address after some thought
Maybe he would come after seeing the address?
It was not as if Stan was not doing anything–there was nothing he could do here.
By now, he was positive that Diarmuid did not like Kathy at all. He would not have transferred her to the branch company, and keeping her at all was only because she owned that silver crucifix!
That was why he could not decide what to do here, and rather Issac dealt with it himself!
On the other end, Diarmuid mused to himself for a while and told Abigail, “Stay here. I have something to do.”
Abigail, however, had heard Kathy’s name. Was he going to meet her now?
She actually felt disappointed knowing that for some reason, just as she warned herself not to feel that way
After all, he did not deserve her.
While she was a little frustrated, she pretended to be calm and snorted “What can I do? I’m all tied up.”
Diarmuid simply presumed that she was upset that he had her restrained. “As long as you understand your place. You’re not getting away even if I let you go anyway. There are guards right outside!”
Giving her a look, he got dressed and left.
Abigail regretted biting him too lightly just then.
Was she going to be here for another day, once again starved and denied water?
Even if she just ate and was not hungry at the moment, she remembered how it felt to starve.
Also, she just drank a ton of water What if she needs the washroom? Was she supposed to hold it in?
Dear heavens! Was anyone out there who could save her?!
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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