His jaw tenses in irritation. “And let me make one thing clear,” I continue, my voice steady and unyielding, “whether you think I am yours or not, whether I surrender to you while your cock is inside me is the total opposite of what you can expect from me outside our sexual fantasies, Hell. No one will ever own me again, and if you have an ounce of respect for me, you would…”
“Again?” he asks, cutting me off.
I realize my slip instantly, my gaze widening in panic. My heart thumps in my chest as we stare into one another’s eyes. He stands tall, his hand sliding to the back of my neck where he takes a firm grip.
“What the fuck do you mean, again?”
I keep my eyes low, trying to avoid his intense gaze and think of some way to lie to him.
“Noir!” My body jolts from his powerful voice, and my eyes close.
“Nothing,” I breathe out, tears almost welling up.
When they lift to his, he searches mine, looking for something hidden.
“Can you just let me go, and I'll see you later?” I plead softly.
He slowly and reluctantly slides his hand away from my neck until it drops down beside him. I gently place my palms on his strong, bare chest and tiptoe, bringing my lips as close to his as possible.
“Thank you,” I whisper, my gaze locked on his vortex stare, but he remains silent, his jaw set tight.
I lean in, placing a gentle kiss on his mouth before lowering myself down and walking around him toward the door. I turn the handle and step out, the door closing quietly behind me, leaving a silence that echoes the unspoken words between us.
As I exit The Hollow’s trailer, I head directly for mine, my head stirring with clashing emotions. Hell is determined to make me his, but how he is doing it in this situation is below the belt, even for him. I just wish he had trusted me to handle this. Now, I must deal with Eli, who could potentially go on a downward spiral once again. The chilly winds envelop me as I shamefully stroll across the trailer park, barefoot and dressed only in a hoodie. As I pass Blush’s trailer, I suddenly hear her call out to me, and I halt. I take a few steps backwards until she comes into view, and she walks toward me with a big smile on her face, but when she stops, her expression changes.
“Wow, you look like shit,” she says bluntly.
I roll my eyes and glance aside. “Thanks for the compliment, Blush.”
“I take it you finally faced Hellion?” she asks, her tone tinged with amusement.
I look at her instantly, and she chuckles. Not in the mood to stand around and chat about how Hellion obliterated me last night, I start to walk away. “I’m sorry, I need to go.”
“Wait!” she shouts.
I stop with a heavy sigh, hearing her jogging toward me and I turn to face her, noticing the concerned now in her eyes.
“Are you okay?” she asks, her tone softening.
I give a small nod in response. “I’m fine, I just need to get back.”
“I’m not sure if…” She trails off, her lips creating a thin line.
“Not sure if?” I mimic her words, lifting an eyebrow.
She fiddles with her sleeves and looks in the direction of mine and Eli’s trailer. “I walked past last night, and I’m sure I heard…” I shake my head in confusion, prompting her to continue. “I don’t think you were the only one doing the dirty last night.”
My lips purse together as I inhale deeply and lower my head, nodding a couple of times. “I just wanted to warn you, Noir. I think it’s that chick from the carnival the other week. He must have snuck her in.”
Her words make my eyes dart to hers, “What?” I bite out, fury building inside me.
I give her no chance to respond, whirling around and heading straight for the trailer with Blush in tow. When I reach it, I try to open the door, but it’s locked. I bang my fist against the glass.
“Eli! Open the fuck up!” I shout, anger seething in my voice.
I start hearing male and female voices from inside and continue to bang until finally, the door opens. They both stand there before me, and as she takes a few steps down, my eyes follow her while she slips on a hoodie. When she tries to pass me, I grab her upper arm.
“How old are you?” I question almost aggressively.
