Chapter 74 Mine Alone
BELLA
The chill of David’s voice froze the air around us. "What is he doing here?" His tone was sharp, commanding, sending shivers down my spine. He stepped forward, shoving the man away from me with a force that made him stumble.
"David…" I began, but the fire in his eyes silenced me.
"Stay away from my wife," he barked at the man. The sheer venom in his words made the stranger take a step back, his confidence visibly shaken.
"I-I just met him here," I stammered, my voice barely audible. "He claims to be my boyfriend." But why was I explaining myself to him? Shouldn’t he be the one answering for his actions?
David turned to me, his piercing gaze locking with mine. "Get in the car," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Before I could process what was happening, his hand wrapped around my wrist, and he pulled me toward his car. His grip was firm but not painful, his touch burning through my skin. He didn’t even glance at me as he drove, the tension in the car suffocating.
The silence between us was heavy, only broken when we arrived at the house. He slammed the car door shut and strode inside, his shoulders stiff with unspoken fury.
The moment the door closed behind us, he spun around, his eyes blazing. "What were you thinking, letting him hug you?" His words cut through the air like a blade.
I crossed my arms over my chest, meeting his glare. "It was just a hug," I snapped, the frustration boiling over. "I’m not the one who sleeps around when I have a wife."
David stepped closer, his towering frame looming over me. His jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "Is that why you hugged him?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
I refused to back down. "I don’t owe you an explanation," I said, turning on my heel to leave.
Before I could take another step, his hand shot out, grabbing my arm and spinning me back around to face him. "Where are you going?"
"As I said, I don’t need to explain myself to you. Why don’t you go explain yourself to the woman carrying your child?"
His face darkened, his eyes narrowing into slits. "I never intended to sleep with her," he hissed, his voice dripping with disdain.
"Suit yourself," I said coldly. "Go and meet her."
His grip on my arm tightened, making me wince. "You’re hurting me, old man," I snapped, trying to pull away.
Instead of releasing me, he pulled me closer, his breath hot against my face. His lips crashed onto mine, hard and demanding, stealing the air from my lungs. I pushed against him, but he didn’t budge.
Before I knew it, he swept me off my feet, carrying me to his room. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear and something I couldn’t quite place. He kicked the door shut behind us, the sound echoing in the silence.
"What are you doing?" I shouted as he set me down on his massive bed.
"You want to know who I’ve been with?" he said, his voice dark and guttural. "I’ll show you."
My breath hitched as he shrugged off his jacket, his movements slow and deliberate. "Don’t do this," I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper.
He ignored me, his gaze locking onto mine as he grabbed my legs, spreading them apart. He climbed over me, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand.
"You’re a pervert!" I screamed, thrashing beneath him.
His lips crashed onto mine again, silencing my protests. His kiss was rough, relentless, leaving no room for resistance. His free hand trailed down my body, igniting a fire in its wake.
When he entered me, my body betrayed me. The sensation was overwhelming, consuming me in a way I’d never experienced before. I moaned against my will, the sound escaping my lips before I could stop it.
He moved with a purpose, his touch both commanding and intoxicating. My mind screamed for him to stop, but my body craved more, surrendering to the rhythm he set.
By the time he pulled away, I was spent, my body trembling from the intensity. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear.
"You are mine, Bella," he murmured, his voice soft but possessive. "And mine alone. I don’t ever want to see you with him or any other man."
His words sent a shiver down my spine, but it was what he said next that made my blood run cold.
"I’ll prove to you that I’m not the father of Lizzy’s baby," he continued. "But there’s something you need to know. I don’t want you to remember your lost memories because if you do..." He paused, his voice breaking slightly. "If you do, I might lose you."
He kissed me again, softer this time, his arms wrapping around me as if to shield me from the world.
His words echoed in my mind as I lay in his embrace, my body too tired to move. What did he mean? Why would recovering my memories make me leave him?
I needed answers. And I wouldn’t stop until I found them.