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So, that was the plan all along? Get me alone so that he can torture me where nobody can hear my screams? I want to know how he found me. So long as Abram’s okay, I guess it doesn’t matter in the end. I’m absolutely terrified. I don’t know what he plans to do, but I know that at least it won’t last long.
But he surprises me again.
His soft lips crash firmly down on mine, and I moan a sigh of relief so strong that my knees almost buckle. My body melts into his hold as the pressure around my neck tightens slowly once more. I know there’s no point in escaping. I don’t think I would try to fight him again even if I could. I don’t want to. If I’m about to die, I can at least taste this man first.
Daniel’s kiss is cruel and as bruising as his touch. If I weren’t going to die tonight, I would be wearing the imprints of his touch for weeks to come. There’s something so liberating about knowing that the end is near. Something tranquil that makes every touch electric. At least I can have this. I can have this one last moment of happiness under the stars, just like I wanted.
I have half a mind to thank him.
All of my fears and worries and constantly looking over my shoulder—it’s over now.
Daniel’s jacket falls off of my shoulders as I slip my arms around his to reach up and cup his neck, pulling him closer to me. He freezes for a moment, making sure that I’m not going to fight this or him. Iwantthis… so much more than I ever thought was possible.
He clearly wasn’t expecting me to react so willingly, but his movements are only stuttered for a moment before we find our pace again.
I run my tongue over his bottom lip before capturing it in my teeth and pulling slightly. Daniel groans, and it only fuels me further. His hands are everywhere, sliding around my neck and up into my hair. He fists a chunk of it on the back of my head and pulls hard, trying to remove me from my prize. I only release his lip to moan in pleasure.
I always did have a thing for pain, and this is of the sweetest kind.
He bends and grabs my ass with his free hand, pulling me up. The skirt of my dressis just stretchy enough for me to completely wrap my legs around his waist, pressing my smaller frame against his. He holds my head back and kisses the sensitive, hot skin of my neck.
I rake my fingers against his scalp as he hisses in discomfort. I want more, and I know that he’s more than capable of giving it to me. His teeth close over the tendon in my neck, and I whimper in submission.
More.I need more.
I need everything that he can give me, and I need it to count. I want to wear his love bites everywhere. I want black and blue fingerprints to mark every intimate part of me, and I won’t apologize for it.
I pull his hair again and curl myself around his head, pushing myself upward with my thighs as I hungrily reclaim his lips. His hands drop to my waist, holding me steady as we start to move. He drops me heavily on the hood of his car but doesn’t let his lips leave mine. His hands roam over my torso, looking for the tie to my dress, and he undoes it roughly when he finds it.
Cold night air hardens my already budding nipples when he rips the dress off of me. The sound of fabric tearing follows as he discards the rest of it until I’m sitting completely bare before him.
He breaks our kiss only long enough to confirm that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath the dress. His brow lifts in surprise.
I assert myself and press my tongue against my teeth. Clearly, I had hoped to sleep with him if the date went well. There's no point in denying it now. He would have known much sooner if he had allowed his hand to travel up my thigh in the car. Helena is not a shy, small-town girl like Sofia. If I'm going to die for Helena's crimes, I'll die as Helena and take whatever I want.
I grab him by the center of his shirt and haul him toward me with all of the strength that I have left. I kiss him insistently. I want to taste everything that he is. No more pretending. No more lies. It’s been years since I felt this free.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
Helena
Ican’t even feel the cold of the night on my skin anymore.
All I can feel is fire. Fire everywhere like it’s somehow replaced my skin and consumed me into being nothing more than a mindless inferno. I hook my heels around the backs of his legs and urge him forward,closer, to punish me in any way he sees fit, but he doesn’t touch me. Not right away.
I hear another tearing sound, but I don’t bother to look.
I feel something soft and thin against my wrist and I glance down to see that he’s torn the sash from my dress off and has it wrapped around my wrist tightly, keeping me in place. He joins my hands together with a devilish grin and loops them over my head. My breasts lift with the motion, and before I have time to question his motives, he slaps one. I hiss from the sudden impact, but I keep my knees parted for him.
My eyes lock onto his as he grasps my nipple firmly in his fingers. He pinches and rolls the skin firmly, and then harder until I react. I flinch away from his hand, but he doesn’t let me go. He’s going to drag this out until I beg or start to fight him.
When that doesn't elicit the desired reaction, he takes a half-step back and studies the image of me in front of him. I can see his erection. Even through his clothes, I can see how big it is. When he slaps me across the face, my lips part to question him. It nearly knocked me over. I can't lower my hands or defend myself, but the impact only makes me wetter.
When I right myself, he does it again.
This time when I right myself, I do so with my eyes and mouth set in challenge. He’s going to have to do better than that. “Are you just getting warmed up, or is this the best you’ve got? I thought you said you were going to make me suffer for the things that I did?”
Daniel laughs and nods. “Do you feel like confessing what you have done, then?”
