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“Umm… Emrick?” I whispered. He groaned but didn’t say anything. “Can you… uh, untie my hands, please?” I felt his shoulders shake where he lay. “Are youlaughingat me?” I bristled.
He chuckled again, the mattress depressing as he rolled to face me. “Yeah.” He stroked my hair, lifting it away from my face as I lay, hips lifted with my ass on display. “Poor little pussycat, lying there with a sore asshole and tied up, unable to move.”
My pussy tingled at his words, and I clenched my legs together. His eyes darkened, and a shadowy smile crept across his face. Before he could speak, I cut him off, “Just let me get a few hours’ sleep first, okay?”
“I could fuck you for the rest of the night and into tomorrow night if you let me.”
“I don’t think I could take it.”
His lip lifted into a snarl. “I’ll make sure you can.”
Licking my lips, I then dragged my teeth across my bottom lip. “Please untie me.”
Groaning, he sat up and rolled me over to untie the binds on my wrists. “Stay here,” he grunted, rolling off the bed and walking to the bathroom. He came back with a damp hand towel and tossed it at me before returning to the bathroom. I cleaned myself up while listening to the tap running and water splashing. Emrick emerged from the bathroom, wiping down his face with a towel while the loose hair that had come out of his ponytail dripped. Getting up from the bed, I went to the bathroom to clean up before washing my face and rinsing out my mouth. As I clambered back into the bed, he handed me a bottle of water, which I took a grateful swig from.
“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you drink anything other than vodka,” I remarked.
He smirked, sipping his water and saying nothing.
Silence fell over us, and the discomfort began to prickle at the back of my neck at how he was looking at me. Putting the lid back on the bottle, I slid under the sheets, pausing to cast Emrick a sideways glance to see if he would tell me to leave, but he had no objections. I pulled the light sheet over my chest, rested my head on my hand, and watched him as he lay down next to me. I allowed myself to get lost in the darkness of his eyes as he stared at me, the loose tendrils of his hair fell about his face.
“Tell me about your darkness,” he said, and the creeping feeling returned to the back of my neck.
“W-what do you mean?” I stammered. I wanted to know his story, and, of course, I suspect that would mean he’d want to know mine. But when it came to opening up, I retreated inside.
Because no one knew this side of me, and I don’t know what Emrick saw when he looked at me. What if whatever image he had of me was shattered when he found out the truth?
“You said you did some terrible things, that you’re messed up. I want you to tell me.” When I shifted uncomfortably in the bed, he grabbed my chin, running his thumb across my bottom lip. “Tell me,everything,”he growled out the words.
“Fine,” I snapped at him. He waited while I stared at him, rolling around several different ways to start this story in my mouth, but none of them felt right.
There was no right way to say such things.
“My father abused me,” I spat the words out, letting them tumble into the silence between us. His expression didn’t change, and I found myself missing the sunglasses he hid behind—it would be easier to tell this to a blank slate than those dark, analyzing eyes. “There’s no nice word for it, he’d rape me, often. There was no one to protect me.” I felt my expression darken. “But when he went for my little sister, I knew he had to be stopped.”
“You have a sister?”
He was still holding my chin, and I rolled my eyes away from him, blinking away the tears. “Ihada sister.”
There was a shadow of a frown on his face as he continued to stroke my chin, waiting for me to continue. “Is he the reason you don’t swear?”
It was my turn to frown, such a fine detail for him to pick up on. “You noticed I don’t swear?”
Dropping his hand from my face, he lifted a shoulder in a half-shrug, the gesture at odds with the concern in his eyes. “Place like this, it stands out.”
“To everyone?”
His dark eyes flashed. “To me. Keep going.”
“He lost interest in me as I got older. I guess fourteen was too old for the sick fuck.” His eyebrows shot up when I cursed, and at the shudder that followed the word. “So he went for Angie, and I couldn’t let that happen.”
It was hard to say these things out loud, harder than I thought it would be. I’d let this part of me build up inside to a dark orb I carried around, and cracking it open felt like I was letting the blackness inside infect my veins.
“He had a gun…” I said quickly. “And I got my hands on it, but…” Emrick waited, and his gorgeous dark eyes watched me, soothing my soul, “… I was young, stupid, and acting on impulse. I could hear her screaming, and I couldn’t take it. Icould notlet him do to her what he did to me. She was only eleven… a child.”
“You shot him.”
“I tried to.” I bit my lip so hard I tasted the metallic sting of blood. “I missed.” His eyes widened as though he knew what was coming next. “It was so loud, and the kickback from the gun pushed me, and I tripped. When I stood, he was still there, and my sister was… Angie was…”
