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A man who knew right from wrong but chose to be bad anyway.
It hurt.
It confused.
He hurt and confused.
Even as his hands pawed at my hips, my instincts gravitated toward him to save me instead of hurt me. To save me from…himself.
A part of me didn’t believe he would do this.
All while the truth slapped me in the face.
His weight proved it. His rutting hips forced me to accept that whatever undercurrents I felt from him, whatever secrets he hid couldn’t redeem him for being exactly what I feared.
“Stop it!” I yanked on his hair.
He groaned and dragged his hand up my ribcage. “Keep fighting and see what happens.”
“Don’t!”
His fingers clamped over my breast, cupping me entirely. I’d always been well endowed for my frame—courtesy of my whorish birth mother, I assumed—but Henri’s large palm swallowed every piece of my flesh.
He groaned and bit me again. “Merde, you feel so good. So fucking good.”
The tangled mess inside me chose that exact moment to let loose.
All his warnings not to fight. All his cryptic words and darkly given promises couldn’t hold back my shattering.
I screamed.
I screeched and lost all sense of self.
I scratched his cheeks. I kicked his legs. I punched his shoulders. I sobbed and begged and—
“Jesus Christ.” He grabbed my jaw and slammed my head into the grass. Stars danced in my vision as his fingers dug against my teeth. His furious face gilded with gold dawnlight as his eyes shot black, latching onto my mouth. “It’s gonna happen eventually. I’m going to have to fuck you eventually.” He nodded as if convincing himself. “Might as well be now.”
With a grunt, he shifted his hips and fumbled between us. Yanking his belt undone, he struggled with his zipper.
I stiffened.
I ceased fighting.
I did my best to be smart and went as meek and as feeble as a dead mouse. “Please…” I sniffed back tears. “Please…don’t.”
He paused.
The storm clouds in his eyes receded just a little. A splinter of grey in a sea of black as he stared at me and sucked in a breath.
And something happened.
The monstrosity inside him retreated. The hunger in his touch and the ferocity in his veins returned to a hot-blooded male instead of a cold-blooded beast.
Sucking in a heavy breath, he looked up. His throat revealed cords of power as he muttered a curse. “They’re coming.”
I didn’t know why I suddenly felt a kinship with him.
Why, in that moment, it felt like it was us against them.
