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Morana leaned forward, keeping their eyes locked, and whispered, with all the anger and hatred coursing through her body. "One day, I'm going to carve your heart out and keep it as a souvenir. I promise."
"No one else gets to kill you, Ms. Vitalio," he spoke quietly. "The last face you see before you die will be mine. When it comes to death, you're mine."
And wasn't that her life. Longing for things she couldn't reach, things that tried to reach her and came up against a wall. A glass wall. Where she could see everything, know exactly what she was missing, drown in her awareness even as the glass couldn't break. Because just as it did now, breaking the glass meant death.
In that moment, the enemy had done what no one had ever even tried to do for her. He had made her feel a little less lonely. The moment would be over when the sun came out. But for that silent moment, something inside her beyond her own understanding, even as she hated him, shifted.
"We've been honest so far, Ms. Vitalio," he murmured. "I'll be honest now. I despise you but I want you. Fuck it, I do. And I want you out of my system."
Me: We are done. Is my father gone? Tristan Caine: With more bruises on his face than yours.
She watched that taut, taut ass of his and wondered what it'd be like under her teeth.
"Unless you want me to lay you out right on that bloody car of yours and fuck you, stop moving."
"Mind that mouth of yours, wildcat," he spoke softly, lethally, erotically in the space between their lips, the movement almost making them touch. Almost. His voice dropped lower, his eyes glued to hers. "It makes me want to reciprocate. And you don't want my mouth anywhere near you, remember?" Morana felt her heart thud, her chest rise and fall rapidly. "It wasn't a damn kiss. I bit you." One side of his lips quirked up even as his eyes heated. "Doesn't matter. I get my mouth on you, and you'll never be the same."
“Did you feel me inside you the next day?”
“How do you like to be fucked, Ms. Summers?”
“Like I’m going to feel it every time I walk.”
“I don’t know whether to snap your neck or fuck the life out of you,”
As of tonight, her life was his. He’d given up everything so she could live. Her life was his.
Saving her had destroyed him. One day, he vowed as he watched a man pick up the little girl and take her away, his eyes on her, he would collect his debt.
