Blackmailing Belle (The Lost Girls, #4)

by Holly Roberds

"You treat her with all the seriousness of a heart attack or send a doctor in who will," Dominic barks over his shoulder. "And so help me, if I hear one more imbecilic word from you about her pain being a result of her weight, I will rip your skin off your body and make a rug out of it. Do you understand me?" I don't register what the doctor replies over the blood pounding in my ears, but when I open my eyes again, he's gone. "But it won't match with our decor." My voice comes out raspy and hoarse. "What's that?" Dominic asks, eyes searching mine. "The shade of his skin is all wrong. We can't put his skin rug in the sitting room. I much prefer the burgundy oriental carpet. And I don't think it will work in any of the guest bedrooms." Dominic smiles though it doesn't reach his eyes. A brief reprieve from pain that comes in the form of flutters. "What about pinned to a wall then, my wife?" I shake my head even as pulsing aches spiral through my body. "No," I grunt. "It will compete with the current aesthetic." He gives a mock sigh. "So true. What would I do without you?"