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“Is everything okay?” Eve asks as I reach her, one of her hands grasping mine.
How can you hate and love something so fiercely at once?
Tugging her up onto her feet, I throw back my drink and pull her through the ballroom with me. Her hand clutches tightly at mine as we cut through the throng of guests milling around.
“Henry!” she calls, tripping over her heels as I bound down the stairs with her in my wake. “Henry, please!”
“We’re leaving,” I bark at her when we reach the darkened archways at the Lancaster House front porch.
“Yes, I can see that,” she growls back, snatching her hand from mine as she pulls away, stumbling into a black recess.
There’s no light to show us up. There’s no one to hear her screams. Everyone is enjoying the music wafting in the air around us. Every soul is busy having a good time, enjoying the party that I brought her to.
“What’s happened?” she asks with a trembling voice as I stalk her further into the alcove. “What’s wrong, Henry?”
Her back hits the limestone, and I crowd her with my body. Her fear wracks through her as my fury vibrates through me.
“Henry—” I silence her with my hand squeezing her throat as her hands grapple at my chest.
How can something so beautiful cause so much chaos? Even now, my body wants her. I want her even with the sight of her being touched by another imprinted in my head. As much as she fights me, she doesn’t stop me from pulling her dress up to her waist.
“Is this for me?” I ask, cupping her hot cunt with a sharp slap of her flesh. “Are you wet for me, Eve?”
Her body trembles as I grip the thin lace underwear between her thighs and wind it around my fist before I yank it from her, relishing the sound of it tearing rip through the air along with her strangled scream.
“No one will hear you,” I grit into her ear while I free my cock and her hands fist the tails of my shirt.
The panicked whimpers pushing out of her cause my blood to pound harder, hot with rage, as I watch her eyes fill with tears. All the while, her hands wind tighter in my shirt, pulling me closer as I hitch her up the wall by her throat and line myself up with her cunt.
Apprehension pinches her tear-tracked face as I hold her there, watching as she struggles to suck in a breath before I take her, one hard shove into her wet heat as I pull her down on me.
“No,” she screams past my tight hold on her neck as her heels dig into my calves.
The glorious pain propels me as I pull out and shove myself inside her again. And again. And again. An erratic, frantic rhythm that pulls and twists mercilessly at my unrelenting rage.
I want to kill her. I’m going to kill her. It’s all that’s left now. She betrayed me, and I will have her blood for it.
“Is this what you wanted?” I spit into her gaping mouth as her fists pound at my sides. “You want to see me unravel? To watch me lose control?”
She chokes out a garbled reply as her legs hitch higher up my thighs. Her feet lock behind my arse as I keep fucking my anger into her, and she sucks it up with her clenching cunt pulling me deeper inside her.
“Little whore.” I spit the curse over her lips before I lick the poison inside her, and she drinks it down greedily.
Even now, Eve’s so perfect, with tears scorching down her face and sorrow pulling at her brows as she takes what I give her. Anger. Hate. Violence. She takes and takes as I fill her up with the blazing heat of my wrath and the brute power of my judgement, and then I pull away, leaving her wanting and needing. Bereft without the shield of my body from the cold. Empty without me inside her and my cum dripping down her thighs.
Maybe she’ll remember this when I slit her throat. Perhaps she’ll remember I loved her even when she betrayed me.
“My pretty little whore.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
EVE
I arrive at Hush as the text instructed me. I get in the car Henry sent, waiting for Andrew to give something other than his impassive stare the entire drive. The dress I’m wearing is the one Henry picked out for the gala he took me to, but I’m wearing my lucky heels that Jess gave me. Every time I’ve worn them, something good has happened, and from the silent treatment he’s given me since he sent me home in his car last night, I know I need something good to happen tonight.
“Eve.” Percival comes to greet me with a big smile. He hasn’t greeted me at the door since I first came here. “That weather is frightening,” he says, continuing to fuss over me as he peels my coat from me and hands it to the butler. “That November chill is coming in fast.”
The small talk is only ramping up my anxiety. Is this how Henry’s going to break up with me? He’ll get his man to do it for him?
