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All at once, I’m filled with angry loathing for myself. He’s never going to want me if our every interaction is a struggle. If we can’t even communicate.
“It’s…o-k,” I say, down casting my eyes.
He lifts my chin and locks gazes with me. His eyes narrow with a determination that makes me lose my breath. The way he’s looking at me is akin to a predator stalking its prey.
Through clenched teeth, he utters one word: “Mine.”
ChapterTwenty
MINE
SUKI
After Ji-hoon is taken away by Cole, Trent barks at the others, and one by one, they leave. Selina gives me a quick hug before departing, and I find myself looking forward to seeing her again.
Once they’re gone, Trent turns to me again, looking at my face, at the bruise on my temple.
His expression grows tight, and I worry because I don’t know what he’s thinking.
“I’m…so…sorry…” he says, his voice dejected.
I understand him well, which makes me smile.
“It’s-o-k.”
“No—not-o-k!”
Unable to stop myself, I press my lips against his.
It’s like the moon and Earth colliding. An explosive storm. A tidal wave of chaos that seeks to devour everything in its path.
I don’t know what this means. If I’ll ever see Trent again after this. All I know is that he’s my shelter. He’s the one place I can turn to when the world fills with death and devastation.
I’m desperate for him.
His arms wrap around me, his hands lifting my bottom.
“Get-you-outta-here,” he rasps as he exits the bedroom.
He strokes his tongue against mine, filling my mouth. It’s hot and heavy, enlivening my body in a way that only he is capable of.
“Fuck-Suki…”
Again, he says that worst word. The bad one he makes sound so good.
I want to hear it again from him. And again.
He sets me down on the table, where I was forced to write my suicide note.
My hair tugs, pulling my head back, and my neck elongates.
His teeth rake my throat as he makes guttural sounds. He’s an animal for me, and I can think of nothing better than to be his sacrifice.
He rips off my flimsy sundress, exposing my flesh to him, groaning as his greedy hands rove my body.
His mouth seals over my breast. “Mine,” he growls, claiming me.
I’ve been owned my entire adult life, save for the months in the wild apocalypse. I know I should shun his dominance, but I find I like his possession.
