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“Here’s what’s going to happen. We’re going to walk back towards the bathrooms, and you’re not going to cause any problems. Understand?”
His face hardened. “Fine,” he said through gritted teeth.
I lifted the knife off his throat, moving the blade to his back so we could walk at least a little less suspiciously past the clerk.
I needn’t have bothered though…the guy still didn’t look up, even as a trucker-looking guy with a lip full of tobacco came into the store.
This would be a great place to rob if I ever needed money.
We made it to the hallway and just for fun, I slid one of the blades up his spine, making slices in his shirt.
“Women’s room,” I murmured in a sing-song voice when he paused in front of the men’s bathroom. He sighed and shook his head, but listened to my directions, and in just a moment we were enclosed in the single-stall bathroom.
I allowed him to step away from the knives and turn to face me.
“This would be where you start groveling.”
He snorted. “I would if I was sorry at all.”
I waved one of the knives at him. “You stuffed me in a fucking trunk! You drugged me!”
“Like you’re one to talk about drugging someone,” he sneered, my earlier thoughts thrown back at me.
“I’ve done fucking nothing to you. What the hell is wrong with you?”
“You’re going to help me find out what happened to her!” he snarled.
His words saturated the room, cloying and ugly, until the air tasted gross as I breathed.
“Why are we having this conversation? Isn’t it getting old to you yet? I didn’t have anything to do with it!”
I lunged at him, my chest heaving as I held the blade against his heart. He could have tried to push me away, but he just stood there, his breaths echoing mine in ferocity.
We glared at each other, my hand unsteady as I gripped the knife. I’d loved this boy, this beautifully infuriating fuckboy for so many years. But right now, what I was feeling felt a lot like hate.
“Do it,” he whispered. “Just get it over with. I won’t stop you. Ever since the moment you stepped back into my life…it’s been nothing but hurt. And I can’t stand any more hurt than the pain I already feel missing Sophia. You’re like a sliver wedged under my skin, a bullet they can’t get out. You're pain, Aurora. Poisonous pain that’s infected every part of me.”
A flicker of hurt rushed my insides, but I pushed it away. “Stop complimenting me, asshole,” I said softly back to him.
His eyes flickered with something that looked a lot like hunger, and then…
Stellan pressed against me so the blade actually went into his skin, and his mouth slammed against mine. His hand went to my throat, squeezing gently as the knife clattered to the ground when I dropped it. My arms wrapped around him, pulling at his hair as I bit savagely down on his lip, tasting his blood as I tore into his skin.
“Fuck,” he growled, his grip tightening around my throat.
He abruptly ripped away and turned me until we were standing in front of the mirror, staring at each other in the dirty reflection. We were…a mess. His blood was smeared on my face and the front of my shirt. His hair was all over the place, red smeared all over him. His jaw was clenched, his nostrils flaring as his gaze stayed locked on mine.
“I hate you,” he murmured as his hand continued to grip my throat.
“The feeling’s obviously mutual.” Even as the words left my mouth, I was rocking back into him like an animal in heat, his hard cock pushing against my ass. We both moaned at the sensation and Stellan’s other hand slid in front of me and gripped my dripping core, his fingers expertly rubbing against my clit through my pants and sending heat sparking up my spine.
“Fuck.” His voice was rough and labored as he ripped his hand up to the button of my jeans and tore them open. The hand around my throat let go and slid to one of my breasts. He began to knead it roughly, plucking and pulling at my nipple until a sob slipped past my lips. I rubbed against him again and he chuckled darkly as his fingers slid past my underwear and through my soaked folds.
“Knew you would be wet for me,” he growled as he bit into the side of my neck. It was like he’d pressed some kind of button on me because my whole body had melted against him. I was liquid in his hands. I mewled and writhed against him once again. “You want my cock. Say it,” he ordered as he slipped two fingers into me, immediately finding the perfect spot to send me spiraling.
I don’t know how, but I came instantly.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
