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He tightens his grip on my sex, and I whimper. Pain shoots through my core along with something else I don’t want to think about.
“Hmm. I’ll be generous and give you the right for two moves. Either cry or we can stand here all day and I’ll see how far I can take your sexual assault report.”
I look over his shoulder, desperately trying to find anyone. But I should’ve known better. Kim purposefully chooses this place because no one wanders this far in the back garden.
When I stare back at Aiden, he’s watching me with a strange mixture of emotions. Interest? Curiosity? Hate? I don’t know what it is, but I need this freaking psychopath as far away from me as possible.
If crying will push him away then so be it.
“Do you need me to count to three?” he asks.
“Tears don’t come on demand.” I can’t help but snap. I’m too angry and flustered to just cry.
“Let me help.” Still gripping my core, he uses my bound hands to push me back until my breasts thrust in his face.
He glares at the scar as if it’s a person he loathes.
“This should’ve killed you.” His warm breath tickles against my skin and goosebumps erupt in its wake. “You should’ve died, Frozen.”
My nose tingles and pressure builds behind my eyes.
With a few words, he thrust me back to my child-self. To the fear. The helplessness. The unknown.
He’s right. That heart surgery almost killed me. But that’s not the reason behind my unshed tears.
It’s the memories surrounding the surgery — or the lack thereof.
The reason I hate the scar so much isn’t because of the surgery or the non-aesthetic appearance.
It’s because the scar is a reminder that everything before it is blank.
All I have left are nightmares and phobias and a distant reminder that I once had parents.
The scar represents that missing part of me.
Before I can try to seal those emotions into their dark box, Aiden bites on the flesh of my breast. I cry out as his teeth sink into the skin and then he sucks and bites along the scar with such animosity that leaves me breathless.
And terrified.
It’s like he wants to bite the skin off.
Unleash those memories.
The nightmares.
The smoke and the flames.
And the blood… so much fucking blood.
“Aiden, s-stop.”
He doesn’t.
He continues feasting on my skin like he’s a cannibal.
Everything will be out.
All of it.
