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Greta
Glorious. It’s the only word to describe the beauty of the world I’m hiking through. The tall trees with their limbs glistening with dew, the smell of fresh rain and winter, and then, like magic, a dusting of snowflakes fall and dance around us. It’s straight out of a Disney fairy tale—and rare for this time of year in Bolzano, the temperatures holding steady at a crisp thirty degrees Fahrenheit, allowing the snow to stick and stay around a little longer.
“Incredible, isn’t it?” Sebastian voices my unspokenthoughts.
“It is,” I return and hold out my tongue to catch asnowflake.
“In the spring, the Lupines grow wild as far as the eyes can see. A rainbow of pinks, purples, blues, and fuchsias spread across the entire base of the mountains.”
A smirk plays on my lips when I turn to him and continue to walk backward as I speak. “How very Robert Frost of you, Seb. Should I––” I yelp as my foot catches on a tree root. I brace myself for the pain of hitting the forest floor, but it never comes. Sebastian’s arms lock around my waist, and my breasts crush against his hard chest.
“Careful, Bird,” he warns with a playful glint in his eyes before they turn red hot with desire. Those lethal blue eyes trail to my lips, and while my skin pebbles and my tummy tightens at that look, at the same time, for reasons I can’t understand, my chest aches as guilt washes over me.
I don’t have time to ponder the disconcerting feeling when Sebastian’s lips crash down on mine, and my back hits a tree. The kiss is demanding and possessive as he eats at my lips savagely. The tightening in my stomach trails down to my core, where my clit zings. But the ache of guilt in my chest steals my breath, and tears sting the back of my eyes.
What’s wrong with me?
Frustrated, I growl into Sebastian’s mouth and grip the short strands of his hair, desperate to drown the guilt that clings to melike oil.
“That’s it, baby. Give yourself to me,” Sebastian groans against my lips and takes my bottom lip between his teeth. I moan into his mouth when his hands grip my ass, and he lifts me from the ground. “Fucking jackets,” he growls and thrusts his denim-covered erection against my center. My legs wrap around his waist, and I grind my core against his hardness. “Mmm, you’re playing a dangerous game, Bird.” He smiles into our kiss, and his words stab atmy chest.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, little girl. One that you will lose.”A voice comes from the deep recesses of my mind. A voice that tugs at the guilt burning inside my chest, and this time I let the tears escape my eyes.
I wrench my lips from Sebastian’s, and he takes the opportunity to nibble and suck on the skin of my neck. “Seb, stop. I… I can’t.” I push against his chest, but he has me locked between his body andthe tree.
When I wiggle to get free, he bites down painfully on the pulse point of my neck. I cry out, but my pain only seems to spur him on as he tightens his grip on my ass, digging in his fingertips. “Enough of your shit, Greta. You’re my wife and will give me what a husbandis owed.”
“You’re hurting me!” I grunt and push against him withmy pelvis.
“Good. It’s what you get when you tease a starved animal,” Sebastian grits and brings a hand to my throat, cutting off my oxygen. My hands fly to his wrist, where I dig my nails into his skin. “That’s right, hurt me. Because for every drop of my blood you spill, I’ll spill three times as muchof yours.”
“Let … go of me,” I choke beneath his hold, and as though I never spoke or he wasn’t draining me of oxygen, he brings his mouth down on mine again in a bruising kiss. My legs drop, but he keeps me pinned against the tree while his other hand reaches between our bodies, shoves it down my leggings, and thrusts rough fingers inside my sex. I scream around his lips, and suddenly, the stale smell of booze and cigars invades my nostrils, and another voice, different from the one earlier, echoes in my head.
“You have a tight little cunt. I was told I couldn’t fuck you with my cock, so I’ll fuck you with myfingers.”
The voice repulses me, and bile rises up my throat, still restricted by Sebastian’s hand.
And like a twig beneath my feet, I snap.
I bite down hard on his bottom lip, and when he pulls away with a curse, I bring my palm flying up into Sebastian’s nose. His chin whips up, and the snap of bone has him stumbling back and releasing me from his hold. I clutch my aching neck as I gasp for air. “You son of a bitch. Don’t you ever touch me again!” My throat protests as I curse the bastard.
He straightens and turns watery eyes on me, his nose, lips, and chin coated in blood. I shudder in revulsion as he wipes some of the blood away with two fingers before placing them in his mouth and humming in satisfaction.
There’s an audible pop when he pulls his fingers from his mouth. “Three times as much, Greta. Or did you forget that too?” he taunts, then charges at me.
I steady my stance for the blow, ready to fight him until my last breath. With eyes laser-focused on the charging bull in front of me, I never see the dark shadow that approaches from behind.
“Stop, fucker!” the shadow bellows, and my lungs seize in my chest. I can’t recall how or why, but I know that voice. The deep timbre and authoritative cadence coats me in a blanketof warmth.
Sebastian stops in his tracks, eyes wide, teeth bared. “How the fuck did youfind us?”
“Does it matter? I found you, motherfucker,” the shadow says, and I turn to see his gun raised at Sebastian. He takes another step forward, and his amber eyes lock on me when he comes into full view. Suddenly the world stops, my heart jumps into my throat, and a rush of relief has my knees nearly buckling while my temples pulse with nauseating pain.
What the hell isgoing on?
The man’s eyes swing back to Sebastian. “Greta, get behind me,” the man orders, but I stand frozen and not from the winter weather.
