What the fuck had he been thinking?
Clearly, he hadn?t been thinking at all. In fact, in all his twisted years alive this was probably the closest he?d ever come to losing it, really losing it.
Apart from the time long ago when he had very nearly lost everything, Nicholas thought with a grimace, finally picking himself up from the floor and pushing his dark hair from his face in agitation.
Looking back to the empty bed in disgust, he attempted to pull on his discarded shirt, but felt a strange sensation growing in his chest like a steel band being tightened around his ribs. The silk scarves that, up until ten minutes ago, had held the wrists of Rebecca as he?d knelt over her provocatively now hung limply from the bedposts, and as his eyes strayed across the crumpled white sheets, Nicholas saw small red dots expanding on the cotton in several places.
Blood .
Fuck, he?d never drawn blood before. But as horror spread across his face, Nicholas counted at least ten red dots of blood from the cane he had used on Rebecca?s beautiful arse. Lovely, unsuspecting Rebecca whose only wrongdoing had been to make him think he might be falling in love with her.
But he didn?t do love, couldn?t . His past had taught him that, and now Rebecca was gone. Gone for good if she had any sense.
He?d completely lost control, which was so unlike him ? and a cane? Why the fuck had that seemed like a good idea? Engrained, dark memories had ensured Nicholas never used canes in his twisted sex life, so why had he done so today? With a grunt, he shook his head in disgust; deep down, he knew exactly why he?d picked the cane, but he refused to listen to the voice in his head telling him he?d chosen it on purpose to show her why she should leave him.
In a sickening realisation that had him bent double and clutching at the mattress, choking for air, Nicholas knew he hadn?t wanted Rebecca to go at all. He?d only doubted his feelings because of his damn brother. God, he felt like he was going to throw up.
All he?d really wanted was for her to help take the pain of his past away, hold him and reassure him that how he lived was OK.
But it wasn?t, she hadn?t, and now she had walked out.
Shaking his head, Nicholas ran his hands roughly through his sweat-slicked hair as he remembered the look upon her face when she had left. Tear-stained and utterly furious, apparently at both him for his actions and herself for believing that she could ever change him.
He closed his eyes. Nicholas? nostrils flared as he thought of her beautiful face again. If only Rebecca knew just how much she had changed him over these last months, he thought as he dragged the sheet from the bed, unable to bear the sight of it any more. But it was too late now. He would never get the chance to tell her because Rebecca had gone and there was no way she was coming back ? not after what he had just subjected her to.