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“So sweet!” I gushed, only to screech when he dropped me to the ground without any warning.
That wasn’t sweet! That was mean! My face and arms hurt now!
“What was that you said?” He flipped me onto my back and hovered above me with a dark look, his hands placed on the ground beside my head. Small flames burned and rose in his red eyes.
“You don’t scare me.” I wiggled underneath him. “I said you’re sweet.”
A ripping sound echoed beside me.
I turned my head to the right. He was gripping the grass so hard he ripped some out.
Then I felt it. His tongue licking the left side of my neck, from my left collarbone to my jaw. It was hot—almost too hot that it nearly made me uncomfortable.
“White looks delightful on you,” he said, his voice… different. “But I believe nothing would look even better.”
My eyes widened. My heart stumbled and began drumming faster, harder. He didn’t mean it. He wouldn’t do it. Eon has had many opportunities to harm me—to prove himself as the monster I grew up learning about. Eon became my friend.
But Eon was a Spider.
“You wouldn’t do anything.” I sounded uncertain, confused.
He chuckled. The deep, low sound had the fine hair on my nape standing.
“I enjoy a challenge.”
I shouldn’t have provoked him, and I realised that when his large hand gripped both of my small wrists with ease and held them above my head. His other hand moved to the top of my skirt, his fingers curling into the material. He kissed my neck, then sucked on the skin with enough pressure to make me wince.
“Ouch!” I tried to straighten my head so his lips would leave my neck, but they didn’t. They became rougher and ithurt.His left hand applied pressure on my wrists just as he pressed his bare chest even closer to me, forcing me to feel his rising heat.
“Eon, that hurts!” I wiggled my wrists to get them out of his tight hold, but he squeezed his palm around me and I yelped.
I nearly felt my bonespressing.
“Time for the skirt to come off.”
He gave my neck another long lick before he withdrew to stare at me. His right hand tugged on my skirt slowly—once, and that was all it took for me to start kicking my legs and whimpering. I bared my small fangs at him and hissed in warning, but that earned me a second tug.
“Stop it!” I squeaked, trying to claw at the palm that held my wrists down. He raised a brow and gave a third tug.
My eyes prickled and burned before my vision blurred. I closed them to keep him out, to escape, to not feed him more of the fear his kind thrived on even if my scent and pulse gave everything away.
Don’t cry,I told myself, but it wasn’t easy when I was being held down against my will and forced to acknowledge what I was and who was holding me down.
A sob tore past my lips when he tugged my skirt again. But instead of down, it was up to its original place. Slowly, his left hand freed my wrists, but I kept them there, limp and useless.
Wet warmth delicately stroked the corner of my eye. Peeling one open, a low whine echoed in my throat at the sight of Eon’s face so close to mine. His slow, steady exhales fanned my skin as he licked my escaping tears, his touch soft. Gentle.
And despite everything, his proximity didn’t inspire fear in me but calm. Reluctant, bittersweet calm. The kind that evened my breaths and left me numb. Lost.
Why? Why did he continuously do such things; behave so harshly one moment and then do something so sweetly? Why did he confuse me like this?
What was wrong with me calling him sweet when it was a way to voice my fondness of him?
Eon rested his forehead against mine after he licked all my tears away. Like skimming the surface of still water, his big hands lightly cupped my cheeks. My sniffs quietened. I stared into his ruby eyes with my bottom lip trembling.
“I am not sweet,” he whispered, and his voice had a hard and sharp edge to it. “Do you understand?”
I lowered my eyes and nodded with a sniff, tensing when his lips met minesoftly, gently, sweetly.
