The demon has his hands in herraven-blackhair, as his hairy chest beats againsther back.
“No,”I breathe.
“Yes,” O hisses. “Soon enough, I’ll take over the business. You and me, brother. We can finally get out of this hole, have this fucking town and all the pussy eating out of the palm of our hands.” I want to ask what he means, but I can’t say more. Oscar’s fingers dig into the back of my neck, the cold grips me, the cries from my mum slice through me, and what I see stains me. “But I’ll call the shots, Oliver,” he breathes, each word comes out harsh and uneven. “And if you ever touch one of my girls, I’ll make you watch me beat into them until you’ll want to tear your own eyes out. That’s a promise, brother.” Oscar slams me against the cold wall, and although it hurts, I’m just thankful I can’t see mumanymore.
Oscar hits his palm against the doorframe as his body jerks forward until he turns to mush. With a small tilt of his head, his eyes pierce mine.
Evil. Dark. Wicked.
Igrimace.
“Don’t worry, Oliver. I’ll find you a nice fanny. But never oneof mine.”
My eyes flew open to see Mia gone. Her entire table vanished. I scanned the mess hall as people retreated to their dorms.
I’d always remembered my past. Memories had always haunted me, feasted on me, but it had always been a constant reminder of the kind of man I refused to be. But since I’d been playing nice with the pills, the demons inside had different plans for my past. They used it to taunt me, to aggravate me, and to laugh at me.
Jerry appeared beside me. “Time to go.”
Angrily, I pushed out of my chair, gathered my rubbish, and disposed of it in the can in passing. My thoughts lingered to its usual place—Mia.
Tension wrapped its fingers around my skull, digging its nails into my bones. Moving down the wing, I sensed Mia near. The buzz in my soul was unmistakable. My heart vibrated inside its cage the devil created, and my shameless dick ached to be inside her, to remind her.
Halfway down the hall, I stopped in my tracks and lifted my head until my eyes met hers. Pajama pants I’d never seen before laid low on her hips. I’d known every article of clothing she’d once owned. I didn’t know anymore because I lived in a world without her.
Lost wet strands stuck to her neck along with the beads of water she failed to dry off as the rest of her hair piled carelessly on top of her head.
Mia’s golden-brown eyes pinned me still, glowing and full of life.
She was perfectly fine, never slipped. Perhaps she had always been fine without me.
Mia had me imprisoned in the heartache, and it hurt to look at her. The agony intensified, burrowing into the marrow of my bones. I wished I could rip them out.
Standing feet away, I took notice in the way her tiny hairs raised over her bare arms. My eyes roamed over her, inch by inch. Goosebumps coated her, and my eyes made the journey down to her bra-less chest, staring at me, taunting me like the bloody shadows.
She turned away, and I wanted her to stop this pain eating away at me—put me out of my misery. It was the least she could do.
She lost her bloody grip, yet I still loved her to the point I hated her.
And right now, I wanted to fuck her to show her how much.
Like when water was so cold, it burned.
Frostbite.
mia.
It wasn’t just six hours ago I’d pushed Ollie away, yet he stood there staring at me like I was a snack—jaw tensing, fists clenching, nostrils flaring. Feral cat-like eyes nailed me in place. It only took one glimpse into his angry eyes to know I’d gotten to him.
I pushed my door open, and an inferno landed against my back, guiding me forward through my doorway. Familiar fingers gripped my sides eagerly, digging into the crevices of muscle and bone. A gasp rolled from my lips, and Ollie kicked the door closed behind us. All my belongings dropped to the floor. Recognizable lips brushed my earlobe as his tall frame pressed against me from behind, pinning me to the door.
Ollie—familiar, warm, safe. My heart hummed from his closeness. A heated breath raked over my cold skin, and the familiar minted aroma became a well-known passenger between us. Wordlessly, Ollie slid his fingers inside the band of my pajama bottoms and panties, pushing them down my thighs, scraping fingers over my skin.
“Ollie … ” The tears in my eyes blurred the scene around me, and my sex ignited, begging for a fix of him—to be touched and adored by him. Pushing him away would’ve been an impossible task.
His teeth scraped over my shoulder to the nape of my neck as his hard length rubbed against me. I reached behind me wanting to touch him, to feel my fingers in his messy hair, but he snatched my wrist and gathered both my hands in one of his, planting them over the door before us. His demeanor was off-kilter—needy and angry.
With one hand, he pushed against the middle of my back until my face flattened against the door. His grip tightened around my wrist, and his knee broke apart my legs. Defenseless and exposed, the fangs of desire sunk their teeth into me as my center pulsated to his tune. Ollie would never hurt me, and my heart needed to be refueled by him.
