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“Shut up,” he growls. “Just shut up.”
I’m completely caged against the wall, his body pressed up on me, his hand still around my throat. Yet, I wouldn’t choose to be anywhere else.
I love Cole, and, deep down, I know he loves me. He wants to hurt me because I hurt him.
“Get on the bed. Face down, ass up.”
Shivers skitter down my spine, making my stomach clench.
He releases me and I slide down the wall before shouldering past him and walking over to the bed. His hungry gaze follows me. It’s a heady place to be, knowing I hold the power to unravel Cole.
“On the bed,” he snaps.
My knees hit the mattress as I crawl forward. He sucks in a sharp breath, and I know he’s realized I’m not wearing any panties.
I look over my shoulder, watching as he undresses. Hoodie and t-shirt, boots, jeans. He’s so beautiful it hurts. Our eyes collide, and I flinch at the hatred there.
Cole loves me, I don’t doubt that, but in this moment, he hates me. Maybe even hates himself.
“Hands flat on the mattress, head down, and don’t fucking move.”
My breath hitches at the dominance in his voice, and I brace myself for whatever he has in store.
Everything grows quiet, making the hairs along the back of my neck stand at attention. Without warning, his hand comes down hard on my bare ass, making me yelp. Cole grabs the flesh, squeezing hard enough to leave finger marks.
“The things I want to do to you, Dove.”
I swallow the tears burning my throat, focusing only on the need coursing through my veins.
Cole leans over me, dragging his hard cock through my ass cheeks. “Ready to play?” he breathes against my spine, and a full body shudder rips through me.
He withdraws, leaving me cold. The silent anticipation heightens every sense. I can taste lust on my tongue and hear my heart pounding in my chest.
I gasp when something cool connects with the bottom of my spine.
“Stay still, Dove.” The sound of my new babydoll tearing fills the air, and I don’t need to turn around to know he’s slicing it apart with his knife. Cole covers my body again, letting the flat of the knife drift over my collarbone. I gulp, barely able to breathe.
His hand snaps around my throat and he yanks me up so I’m on my knees, my back to his chest.
“Do you have any idea the lengths I would go to for you? You’re mine, Hadley. M
ine,” he growls. “But maybe you need a reminder.” Dragging the tip of the knife down my chest, he circles my nipple. Pleasure drenches every nerve ending. Something so dangerous shouldn’t feel so good. But it does.
“C-Cole,” I whimper, needing more.
“Such a bad girl.” He twists my face and kisses me hard, overpowering me with his tongue and teeth. Pain lances through my chest and I tear away from him, watching through wide eyes as he carves the letter C into the curve of my breast.
“Now everyone will know who you belong to.”
Blood seeps from the small cut, and I lift my eyes back to his.
“If he ever comes near you, I will kill him.”
It’s a promise.
One he seals with a bruising kiss while smearing his fingers in the blood and rubbing it over my nipple.
“You’re crazy,” I say, breathless.
