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“How did you know the first one was wrong?” “You’re colder than the Arctic. You don’t become that way in a friendly small town. That’s city living, most likely on your own. No wonder you found yourself on the wrong side of the law.” Small shake of his head. “Heard a lot about you, Elena Abelli. Can’t say you’re what I was expecting.”
“What did I tell you about Christian, Elena?” His voice was low and calm, but it carried a deadly edge.
He braced a palm on the wall beside me, and I’d never felt so consumed in my life. His head lowered, lightly resting on top of mine.
“Nicolas,” I breathed. “This is inappropriate.”
His thumb caressed my neck, causing my pulse to hitch. “Platonic,” he rasped.
“See what?”
“You sound angry, Elena.” Nicolas’s voice was tainted with something dangerous. “Maybe you should cool off.”
Because, with one hand on my side, Nicolas pushed me into the pool.
“Does he usually push girls into pools?” She laughed, sitting up. “No, definitely not. He would have to care to do that.”
“If you don’t get your ass inside, Elena, you’ll be the one screaming please.”
And then a lungful of air escaped me as I was taken to the floor. A heavy body covered mine as glass shattered in an unmistakable pattern.
I knew who lay on me, tried to match my breathing to his as the chaos played on.
“You can’t have her.”
“I didn’t say I wanted her.”
while my chest twisted with aversion before going cold enough to burn.
“You’re so goddamn hot it pisses me off.”
He loves to be begged.
“I said I’ll never hurt you, Elena, but if I find out you’ve touched another man, there is nothing in this world that could save him.”
She tasted better than hustling.
and I knew for God only knows what reason I couldn’t fucking handle it.
The funny part of it—though arguably not funny at all—was that she didn’t want anything to do with me. I was hung up on this girl, badly, and she was in love with some other man. Something green burned through my veins like a lit wick, and I ran my hand across my jaw.
I could feel his smile on the back of my neck.
He ran his face across my bare shoulder, his scruff teasing my skin.
“There’s nowhere you could go that I couldn’t find you.”
“Maybe you want to,” I breathed.
“Maybe I want to.”
when I realized I wasn’t only attracted to my fiancé. I was, with a madness that ached, completely and utterly infatuated with him.
“Tell me,” Sebastian said, “why did you do it?” A heavy silence took over, and my chest tightened at Nico’s cavalier tone. “He had something I wanted.”
I wanted to be the best thing he’d ever had. To make him burn as much as he made me. I wanted him to want only me with a raw ache.
I had to know I wasn’t a substitute for some lost love. Had to know she wasn’t pretending I was someone else. Had to know it was what she wanted and not due to some kind of obedient trait or sense of duty.
She was mine. And I’d kill anyone who told me otherwise.
I needed him. More than morality or honesty.
“Jesus, you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
but an iron grip wrapped around my wrist.
When had he become so handsome it hurt?
But right now, I could say I hated something. Two things. That goddamn ring and the man who gave it to her.
I picked them up and dropped them in my top dresser drawer right next to her white bikini top. If she wanted them back she could fucking ask me nicely.
like demand she forget every man she’d ever met but me.
Maybe she should take responsibility for how crazy she made me.
could still smell her on my hands, and every time I brought the smoke to my mouth a memory of fucking her rushed in.
Fuck, she was the best lay I’d ever had. A chill ran down my back from the thought of it.
So damn sweet.
And I had a bad, bad feeling that if this girl used the word please, I would give her anything she wanted.
names, and everything they did to her, so I could do it twice as hard and make her forget they existed.
I wanted an irrevocable tie to this woman. I wanted to write my name on her skin, to do all kinds of fucked-up shit so she knew she was mine. Like lock her in my room and hand-feed her.
It was the little pink princess that pissed you off and ruined my night.”
Would Elena even care? A burn radiated throughout my chest at the thought that she wouldn’t.
My heart rate picked up an awkward rhythm.
But as I looked at her now, a throb ached in my chest, right behind the breastbone. Like her gaze had bruised me with a mere look.
My papà sold me to Oscar Perez. Nico killed him for me.
