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The pressure he is applying is doing nothing for the air that wants to find its home in my lungs. He cuts off my airway, causing my lips to part in search of anything that will help.

“How am I going to fuck you, little angel?” He tilts his head, eyes as dark as coal. I wrap one hand around his wrist. The other meets it, but I tap against the back of his hand. “Oh, I’m sorry. You can’t breathe?” He strengthens his grip. “What a pity.”

I gasp for air and am only met with a burning sensation in my chest. My voice barely works and sounds hoarse when I plead, “Leo.”

Black starts to line my vision. His image grows smaller by the second. I’m going to pass out. I know I am, but what if he doesn’t let up when I do pass out? What if he is so blinded by rage that he takes it too far, and I don’t wake up?

“Leo.” I slap his wrist again, now fully panicking.

“What’s wrong, Vee? I thought you liked it rough.” His voice is dripping with venom.

With how tight his grip is on my neck and the fact that I’m losing my vision, it takes me a second to realize that he is now inside of me. His cock is stretching me, and I try to focus on that feeling instead of losing consciousness.

I feel him pull out and watch in a haze as he stares at the space between us. His eyes lift to mine, a slow, wicked smirk playing on his lips. What is he smiling at? Is it because I’m about to black out?

Just as I’m about to fade into the darkness, he frees my neck, and air rushes into my lungs. I gulp down the air as if it were a glass of water. Leo slams into me so violently that when my lungs are halfway filled, it takes my breath away again.

He continues his punishing pace, not allowing me a second of reprieve. His fingers dig into my hips so powerfully that it feels like his fingertips can sear my skin and touch my bones.

“Oh my God!” I scream as he thrusts in and out.

“That’s it, little angel. Call my name.” He growls deep in his chest and then stills inside of me. He chants a curse, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” as he spills every last drop he has inside me.

I already came more than once while he was ruthlessly fucking me. Now that he has stopped, I can finally calm myself down and breathe again. I close my eyes to reel myself back down to Earth when Leo slips out of me. I hiss at the sensitivity, screwing my eyes shut tighter.

I open them when there is more movement to see Leo backing away and getting off the bed. He steps back into his clothes, not even bothering to clean himself up. His dress shirt hangs loosely on his body, showing off the sweat dripping down his abs. Turning, he heads toward the door.

“Where are you going?” I ask, my speech slow from exhaustion.

“Home,” he answers, grabbing a duffle bag and his car keys before heading out of the door and leaving me all alone in our hotel room.

CHAPTER 48

Veronica

It’s been a few days since the wedding, and I haven’t seen Leo. I’m pretty sure he is still angry with me and avoiding me. With that being said, I’ve been sleeping in my apartment by myself.

My bed isn’t as comfortable as I remember it being. Compared to Leo’s mattress, this one is shit. Or maybe I just became too content with his bed.

The hotel bed that I slept in after the wedding, also alone, wasn’t too bad either. However, with how exhausted I was after what Leo put me through, I only slept for an hour.

Thoughts were taking over my mind as I lay in the dark and stared at the ceiling. It was smooth with no cracks. I couldn’t find anything on the surface to focus on or tame those thoughts as I could back at the asylum.

Instead, I let my brain take over control and ruin my sleep. The night played on a loop in my mind. Everything went well until I saw my sister.

I’ll never forget the fear that coursed through me at the sight of her. I thought it was bad enough that I ran into her at the shop and she approached me, but seeing her at Chloe’s wedding?

I still have no idea why she was even there. Leo said Stephanie knew who I was when she saw me at the shop. Does that mean she followed me and snuck into the wedding?

Honestly, it doesn’t matter how it happened. What matters is that she was there, and she knew that I was back in Seattle. It’s like the day we saw Edith on the sidewalk.

Since seeing my sister, I have been afraid the police would be knocking at my door. Or that my sister somehow found out where I lived and would to pay me a visit.

Thankfully, neither of those happened.

I put my ear against Leo’s door whenever I left my apartment, but it was always quiet inside. He probably left before I even woke up. And today is no different. I desperately needed fresh air, and the window. I kept open in my living room wasn’t cutting it anymore.

With my ear against his door again, I am met with silence. I huff out a breath of frustration and straighten. I guess whenever he stops being mad, he will come to me.