Alexa's POV
"I wish you would, you bastard!' I almost spat that at him, but I couldn't. I had to behave. The clever, hopeful, scheming part of me still saw escape as an option. Over the course of the last few weeks, I'd tried several times, and each time he'd caught me, I'd lost what few 'privileges' I still had. I'd been reduced to…being tied up naked whenever he went out. It was humiliating. There were so many things I could hardly even acknowledge, even to myself.
"Are you going to r**e me again?" I said. My tone accused him, and for a moment he looked hurt.
"Does the pleasure I give you mean nothing? If it is so unwanted, why did you open your legs wider for me, Alexa? Why did you welcome me? Why was your body hungry for my touch?"
Technically, I could have stopped him fr
