“Didn’t seem too heavy on your mind while you were shoving in and out of Bethanie.”
“No.” He admitted. “It likely didn’t. Is that the hint of jealousy in your voice?”
He queried in a soft voice. His shoulder was still far enough between me and the crack of the door, that I couldn’t get past him. And he was showing no inclination to move anytime soon.
“If it soothes your strange ire, Sweet Thing. I was only giving her what she needed.”
“You were hurting her.”
“It’s what she yearns for now. She can’t get thoughts of me brutalizing her from her mind. She longs for it. Thinks of it constantly. Wets herself, touches herself thinking of me barking orders at her and bruising her. Inside and out. It’s the nature of this little curse…”
“Curse.” I pounced. Still holding the door next to h
