Chapter 17

Steam wafted out of the spout of the kettle that was on the gas cooker as Janice ambled inside the kitchen.

She picked a teacup from the metal rack and placed it on the wooden counter. She added a tea bag, milk and a cube of sugar to taste before pouring the boiled water inside.

Janice walked back to the living room whilst stirring the content in the cup, her gaze travelled to the window again and she grimaced as she spotted another car that might have arrived while she was in the kitchen.

Since yesterday she had been under house arrest.

Janice had been startled when she decided to go to the beach which wasn't far from where her cottage was, and the first sight that had greeted her the moment she opened the door was Jackson's face, one of Jules loyal watchdog.

She was aware that she wouldn't be able to run forever, but she was glad she had enjoyed her freedom while it lasted.

The door of the car went ajar suddenly, and Janice wondered who might be in because she could only make out brown brogue shoes that had stepped out from the driver's side.

Her breath hitched as she glimpsed at the person when he alighted from the car. She clutched the handle of the cup tightly and stared at him.

Jules' eyes narrowed and stayed on the window but she knew he wouldn't be able to see her from outside since the glass was tinted.

Janice's heart skipped a beat as he walked towards the small cottage she had used as a fortress for the past month.

What would happen when he entered the house? Would he yell or whip her as he had promised? All those thoughts ran through Janice's head at once and she felt dizzy.

Her hand trembled, and she set the teacup on the table before she would spill the scorching liquid on herself.

As soon as he entered, Janice knew she didn't have anywhere to run to anymore.

Jules assessed the cottage in front of him, it was old and he wondered how it was still standing. He grunted as he glanced at the rust on the zinc roof.

If a heavy storm came, the house would cave in and everything in it would be destroyed.

Jules swore as he thought of Janice being eliminated alongside the awful looking house.

He strode towards the entrance without another glance at his surroundings because all he desired was to see Janice. He glanced at each of the guards he had stationed to guard the house so as not to let her out of sight.

"Leave us." He mumbled.

They bowed and stepped towards the car whilst he turned the knob of the door.

The smell of fresh tea greeted him and a grin appeared on his face as he saw the defence stance she had taken.

"What do you want here?"

Jules chuckled as she bristled. He was the fury in her eyes, and he kept catching her glancing at the bat which was not far from where he was.

"You should be scared of what I would do to you in the next minute," Jules murmured, undoing the button of his jacket.

Janice's eyes enlarged as she watched him discard the brown jacket. She licked her lips when his hand went to his belt to undo it.

What was he going to do? Janice thought whilst glancing at him once more.

Although she was mad that he was here, she couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards him. "What do you want with me?"

"Why did you leave the castle?" He asked, dismissing her question.

"I don't want to get married to you!" She flung at him.

Janice noticed how his eyes had gone darker, and he stepped towards her menacingly.

She hadn't seen him this way, and it frightened her. She attempted to dart into the kitchen for safety, but he tugged her to him.

Janice groaned as his hand gripped her hair tightly, "You are hurting me!"

"Where is the bedroom?"

Janice glared at him, but the retort she had at the tip of her tongue lodged in her throat as she saw the fury in his eyes.

"T-t-there." Janice sputtered whilst pointing at the door that was next to the entrance.

He dragged her towards the room and flung her on the bed.

Janice winced as she slammed into the bed with a thud, and her hand caressed her belly.

The bed dipped as he dived into it. He clutched her to him and took her mouth in a frenzied kiss.

His hands were like electricity on her body, and Janice gasped as he began undoing her bra.

His hand went to her core, and he gritted in her ear. "So wet, and all mine!"

Janice moaned as he turned her over. But, instantly began to struggle when she felt him tying her hands together with a ribbon of some sort.

She hadn't seen him take it in with him when he entered, it must have been in his pocket, she thought.

Jules rose from the bed after tying up her hands, and Janice's mouth opened to say something, but a sob slipped out instead as the belt came in contact with her skin.

Tears kept pouring out of her eyes as he went on with the harsh treatment. Her eyes blurred when she couldn't take it anymore, and her body went limp as the last stroke landed on her.

Jules was aware he had overdone it, but he wanted her to know he was the man of his house.

He positioned his hands in between her throat and he felt her pulse. He let out a relieved sign when he felt how strong it was.

He turned her over to assess her swollen bump, a smile lit up his face whilst he caressed it. He was glad he hadn't struck her stomach due to his rage.

Jules grimaced as he glimpsed the angry slash on her pert backside. Stepping away from her, he walked to the bathroom to prepare a hot bath before going into the kitchen.

The cupboard looked bare, and Jules wondered what she had been eating because she looked quite lean.

He listed out what he was going to prepare before sending out a message to his chauffeur to get the groceries he needed.