Page 146 of Fatality

Evren’s eyes glow, his face utterly serious, stripped of any trace of sarcasm or amusement.

It makes my skin prickle and my stomach twists.

Ever since he kidnapped me—whether it was yesterday or sometime in the middle of the night—he hasn’t been joking.

Not once.

That terrifies me.

I can’t speak. I can only stare.

His sarcasm, his refusal to take anything seriously, they make me feel like I actually have a chance.

A chance to kill him. A chance to hurt him.

But when all of that disappears, when there’s no amusement, no mocking grin…

I realize just how wrong I am.

“What’s the matter, Riven?” he whispers in my ear.

His hips pin mine, and I can feel the unmistakable bulge between us, applying pressure on my pelvis.

My jaw clenches so hard it aches.

“Get off me,” I hiss through gritted teeth.

God, I hate him so much.

I want to drive my nails into his eyes and claw until something gives with a wet, disgusting sound.

“Or what?”

My breath quickens.

I hate the way my body betrays me, I feel it, the wetness between my thighs.

“Make me let you go.” he murmurs.

He pauses.

Then a crooked smile spreads across his face—creepy, terrifying, enough to make my entire body go rigid with fear.

He leans in, his breath warm against my ear.

Evren pushes himself off me and drops back onto the ground, leaving me sprawled across the hood.

I sit up, my face burning with anger—and something I refuse to acknowledge.

I turn back to the windshield, ignoring the sting in my burned hand or the probable bruises from being shoved and pinned everywhere.

I work on the damn car like it owes me money.

Which is ironic, considering I’m the one who wrecked it.

I suddenly feel a warm breath against the back of my neck, and I freeze.

The movement of me prying off the cowl panel stops dead.