Aiden
Each step up the stairs pulled at the muscles near the stab wound.
"f**k," I muttered under my breath.
I looked down at my side to see the cloth I had used to wrap the wound was soaked through with blood again.
I didn't think she would stab me and definitely not this deep.
"I shouldn't have left the knife in the drawer," I hissed, pushing the bedroom door open.
She was lying on her side naked, back facing me, exactly as I'd left her after washing her up. She was sobbing into the pillow, her entire body trembling from either the pain shooting through her legs or the humiliation she suffered. Or both. My handprint still on her ass glowed an angry red.
It could have been worse.
When I went after her, all I wanted was to hurt her enough that she would never think of running again
