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“Fuck, you’re good,” he muttered.
I slid my body higher, splaying my legs wide so that he nestled against the crease of my pussy. And I never stopped with the movement of my hand, drawing him toward the brink of ecstasy. “Hale has it just like this,” I murmured. “Close your eyes, picture me and him.”
Damon did as I said, his lips parting with a groan.
“He likes it when I ride him.” I lifted my hips and pushed forward, settling over him, then reached around. “Do you feel me?” I croaked, gripping his cock from behind me.
Please…please let this work.
“Yeah.” Damon groaned. “Oh yeah.”
“Fuck me, Hale.” I closed my eyes and whispered as that empty pit of disgust opened wide. “Fuck me.”
I pumped my hand harder, thrusting my hips against him in time with the motion. Until there was nothing but that nauseous revulsion. Nothing but that hollow part of me. I lost myself with the jerk of my hand, lost myself with the euphoria on Damon’s face. Lost myself into the hate and the terror inside me…and didn’t notice the open door.
He was there…the blue-eyed Mafia Prince.
He looked down at me, taking in the revulsion in my eyes and the cock in my hand.
“Hale’s whore. You’re going to be my whore too, Katerina,” Damon growled. “I’m going to enjoy watching all the videos of you fucking my dad while you suck me.”
There was a flinch in Lazarus’s gaze. The look of disgust I saw in myself every time I looked in the mirror, and with a curl of his lips, he just turned and strode through the door.
It closed with athud.But Damon didn’t even notice, he was lost to the movement, tightening and trembling in my hand. With a cry of release, he came, warm and slick through the gaps of my fingers.
When he was done, he opened his eyes.
I slid off his body without him ever realizing.
He couldn’t have me…
No one could.
I was beyond saving, beyond claiming.
I glanced toward the door, seeing that look of horror on Lazarus's face, and slipped from Damon’s bed, swiping my hand on the sheet as I left. My chest tightened. My pulse was thunderous in my head. Tears welled in my eyes as Lazarus’s stare filled me. I didn’t know why it hurt as much as it did. I didn’t know why I cared when there was nothing but hate inside me.
“Stay the fuck away from me, Damon,” I warned as the memory of my gun returned. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
He lifted his head, that glazed, drunken expression on his face. “That’s not going to happen, Katerina. Not when I tell Hale that I had what was supposed to be his.”
17
Lazarus
Hale’s whore.
A hard bark of laughter tore free from me as I left that room behind.
Hale’s whore…
What the fuck had I watched in that room? What even was that? Hate and rage…and utter fucking helplessnessfilled her eyes. Her dark, empty, unfathomable eyes. Fuck. I lifted my hand, rubbing the corded muscles in the back of my neck. I’d seen eyes like that. Cold.Dead. Empty.The image of Taken’s face filled my mind as he bled out in the back of the four-wheel drive while I sat in the back seat, unable to take my eyes from his.
That’s what she was in there…fucking empty. Dead on the inside.
And I needed to know why.
“Laz…” someone called my name. I think it was Bernardi.
