A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 89: Seven Months

“As I said before, if you run away again, I will punish you,” Michael said calmly.

“Were these three days not considered punishment?” I looked at Michael in shock and asked.

During these three days, I felt like Michael was about to break my bones.

I thought about how Kate had asked me about the feeling of having sex with a Lycan prince. I only wanted to say that the Lycan prince’s physical strength was terrifying. For three days, I didn’t know if he had any rest. The only feeling I had was being knocked out and waking up.

“That’s what I’ve wanted to do to you for a long time.”

“What?!” I looked at Michael strangely.

“And you’ve also hidden many things from me, haven’t you?” Michael said in a composed manner. “For example, you haven’t rejected contact with me for a long time, but you used your wolf as an excuse.”

I opened my mouth in surprise and stammered, “You... how did you know?”

Michael smiled, but I couldn’t see much warmth in that smile.

“Cecily, don’t treat me as a fool. I’ve been patiently waiting for you to confess, waiting for you to trust me. I’m willing to respect your timing, but you’ve expressed your betrayal to me with your actions.”

Michael sighed and said, “Since you’ve betrayed my trust, I don’t have to indulge you like before.”

“So, how do you want to punish me?”

I realized that because of my mistake, something irreversible had happened.

“Just like before, grounded,” Michael said.

I tugged on the silver chain and fell weakly onto the bed.

“How long are you going to lock me up this time?” I muttered.

“Do you still remember how many days you went missing?” Michael asked.

“Seven days?” I counted with my fingers. “I’ve already been trapped here for three days, so there are still four days left.”

“Oh, my Cecily, you’re too naive.” Michael looked at me with pity and said, “You must be grounded for a month in exchange for one day.”

“What? Seven months!” I sat up from the bed and exclaimed.

Michael must be joking!

“If you tie me to the bed for seven months, I will be paralyzed,” I shouted at Michael.

“Isn’t that better? Then, you will never be able to escape from me again.” He smiled evilly as he reached his hand under my nightdress.

“Hey! You... Stop!” I struggled to move away from Michael’s reach.

Michael’s hand went up to my thigh with familiarity, and my nightdress was quickly lifted above my chest. I saw my nipples harden shamelessly when they were suddenly exposed to cold air. Michael lightly scratched them, then he moved downward again, reaching for a more private place.

“Do you want it?” Michael’s voice sounded like the whisper of the devil in my ear.

“Uh... Ah, uh, give it to me... give it to me, Michael.”

I kept twisting my body around Michael’s finger. I was surprised that my body was so easily turned on when it came to Michael. A slight touch from him could make me spread my legs like a sl*t.

But Michael grabbed my hand when I tried to reach down. He quickly pulled off his tie and tied my hands to the headboard.

“Wh... What?” I blinked at him. I wasn’t sure if my eyes were filled with tears.

“Oh, I didn’t keep you here to make you happy.” Michael walked to the door and said, “Stay here my little wolf.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

My body was still burning because of Michael, and he was going to just leave? I twisted my legs, but my hands were tied at the head of the bed, and I couldn’t escape.

I had to focus on the tie, which took much effort, and by the time I was done with it, the feeling was gone.

I pulled down my nightdress and lay gasping in bed.

Michael was crazy now, and I knew I was pushing his buttons, but he couldn’t communicate it.

What was this? He’d forced me to give him oral sex for three days, but then he’d served me, and it was all just sex. My confused mind couldn’t figure it out, but it was pretty clear that Michael wasn’t mad at me or planning on abandoning me.

There was nothing I could do about his decision to lock me up.

I couldn’t run away. Michael ensured this place was secured like a steel drum, and I didn’t want to, anyway.

I only wanted us to be how we were in the past, but I didn’t know how.

I had told Michael a million times I wanted him, Mark, but he wouldn’t listen. I couldn’t figure out what he was thinking.

I sighed and lay in bed staring at the ceiling.