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“I’ll scream,” I warn. “God, I hope so.” The words come out in a guttural groan that makes me blush. Almost like the thought of me screaming . . . turns him on.
Wes is still looming over me, peering down through his mask like I’m shit on his shoes. “But I’m not like you. I don’t go around killing people. You got lucky there.” When he steps back, my gaze lands on the bulge in his pants. My mouth goes dry. Oh my god. Choking me and nearly making me black out made him hard. Hurting me turns him on. I never thought Wes Novak had it in him to be sadistic. To get off on inflicting pain. Eliciting fear. He leaves me with one final promise. “By the time I’m through with you, you’re going to wish I’d killed you.”
“‘Come on, little duck. Be my good girl.’” Chloe squeals, kicking her legs in the air. “I love him so much! Why are fictional men so much hotter than men in real life?
“Nah. She just doesn’t want me all over you every time we’re together. She knows if I get my hands on you, I won’t be able to keep them off. She’d be happy for us, but we’d annoy the hell out of her.”
“Welcome to your nightmare, little flower.”
“I’m going to take what’s mine, little flower.”
“You shouldn’t,” I whisper, not taking my eyes off the words scrawled across the whiteboard, my mind unable to decipher any of them. “But you want me to.” His murmur reverberates down to my toes. He’s right. I hate that he’s right. Hate that I’m so weak, I fall apart under my bully’s touch. His pinky glides down my panty line. My breath catches in my chest. I clamp my thighs together. Wes lets out a low growl. “Don’t pretend you don’t want this.”
He grips my hand still planted firmly on his thigh and moves it to the bulge in his pants. I whimper, his erection hard and long beneath my palm. A promise or a threat? I can’t tell with him anymore. He strokes my hand up his shaft to the tip. “Mmm,” he groans. Liquid heat pools between my legs. Wes and I are in public, touching each other where anyone could see us, yet it feels like we’re the only two in the room. Like he could pull me into his lap and slide me on his cock right here, and I would let him. My legs fall apart. “That’s my good girl,” he murmurs.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this. How many fucking times I’ve imagined you like this. Exposed and ready for me.”
“You start by forgiving Violet,”
“That’s how it works. I claimed her. She’s mine.”
He hates me. He loves tormenting me. He’s my bully.
I don’t care if he’s rough. I don’t care if it hurts. Against my better judgment, against every instinct in my body warring with my mind, I want him.
The librarian rolls her eyes again. “Oh, please. I see the way you stare at her. The last time a man stared at me like that, he married me.”
“I don’t do sweet and gentle,” he warns. “If you’re looking for a prince, he’s not me. I want my belt around your throat. I want to fuck you so hard, your nails leave scars on my back. If I kiss you, you’re mine.”
“I want to be yours,” I breathe.
“I hope you know what you’ve just unleashed, little flower. You’re not going anywhere now.” There’s no going back. I’m his. I belong to Wes Novak.
“These belong to me now,” he growls
“You’re going to take everything I give you,” he orders. “Yes,” I breathe. His hand eases down into my panties until his finger scrapes along my clit. I suck in a breath. When he circles that sensitive spot, I moan. Wes slaps a hand over my mouth. “Shut up. I don’t want to hear your fucking moans. This is for me, not you.”
“Don’t make a fucking sound,” he warns. “I won’t,” I whisper.
“You’re going to hate how good this feels.” His words make me stop breathing. “I’m going to be the first man to make you come, and when you think back on your first time, you’ll have to think of me. The man who scares you, and you like it.”
“Show me how much I’ll hate it,” I breathe.
“That’s it, little flower,” he mutters. “Come on my finger.” It’s more threat than promise. Then he adds, “If you dare.”
“Come here,” he commands. I start to stand, but he shakes his head. “No. Crawl to me.”
No matter what I do to Violet now, my sister is gone. There’s no undoing what’s been done. What Violet and I need now is to get through this, to move forward even when every step feels impossible. The only way we can do that is together.
“You came.” I spin, drink sloshing dangerously close to the brim as Wes approaches through the dimly lit room. “You told me to.” He’s already closed the distance between us, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “I love when you do as you’re told.”
“Why did you invite me here?” A mischievous grin spreads across his gorgeous face. “To make you wear that dress for me.”
“You want to come on my cock tonight?” I take another long gulp from my cup. The liquid courage helps me nod, form the breathy words of my assent. “Yeah. I do.” “Beg me,” he growls low in my ear, his husky scent wrapping around me in a delicious embrace. I let out a shaky breath. “Please, Wes.” “Please what?” “Please . . . fuck me.” He gives my ass a rewarding slap. “That’s right, little flower. You’re learning.”
“You’re so perfect. Fucking made for me.”
“Sit on my face.” “What? I thought you wanted to—” “Sit on my fucking face, Violet. Now.”
“What do you want?” he asks, breathless. “My mouth, my fingers, or my cock?” “I didn’t realize I could only have one.” He chuckles. “You can have whatever part of me you want.” “In that case, I choose option D, all of the above.”
But I can trust Violet.
Violet was meant for me from day one. We’ve been through hell, and now we’re figuring out our way back together. I’m not letting anything or anyone stop us.
She grins until she bites her lip. “But . . . I did give him Trey’s name. I know he’ll probably retaliate when he finds out, but you said to fight back.” My turn to grin. I run my hand through her hair, tipping my forehead against hers. “That’s my girl. I’m proud of you.”
My heart pounds as I tug her closer to me, and not just because I exploded inside her five seconds ago. I pull her wet hair behind her shoulders so I can whisper the words right in her ear. The words that terrify me just to think, let alone say. But after everything I’ve put her through, she deserves to hear them. “I’m falling in love with you, Violet.”
I hear her words in my ear, crystal clear like her ghost is right next to me on the ice. Hands on her hips, in her figure skating suit. Move on, Wes. What’s done is done. We only get this one life, and you’re wasting it.
My little flower, strong enough to weather any storm. Blooming just for me.
“To Chloe,” he reads. “You are a sister in the truest sense of the word. Without you, I never would’ve written this. Thank you.” His throat bobs as he swallows. He’s already swiping at a tear. And he hasn’t even gotten to his dedication yet. So I read it to him. “To Wes, you are the reason I could write a happy ending.”
