I narrow my eyes. “When you sleep,” I say quietly, “keep one eye open. Because I am fucking coming for you.”
He looks delighted.
He leans in, his mouth brushing my ear. “I don’t know where this hatred comes from, love, or what your problem is with me,” he murmurs, biting lightly at my ear, “but I relish it.”
His voice drops. “And if you ever manage to kill me, understand this. It will only be because I chose to die by your hand.”
I shove him back.
His laughter follows me down the corridor.
Chapter 11
Octavia
Large, heavy hands roam my bare arms, sliding over my hips. I twist, trying to get away, but the hold on me tightens, hard and bruising.
Tears spill from my eyes without end, and still I make no sound.
I feel as though I could not even if I tried. Something has me locked in place. I simply cannot…
A breath brushes my ear.
“I told you,” he whispers. “You can cry all you want, as long as you do it silently. Actually… it will be better if you cry. I will enjoy it so much more. And do not worry. No one is coming to save you.”
My chest tightens.
His fingers trail across my stomach.
Why is he touching me like this?
I don’t understand.
Why me?
Why is he doing this?
Did no one see him come in…
A whimper slips from me before I can swallow it.
He laughs under his breath. “From the moment I saw you, I knew I wanted to break you… and now here we are.”
My pulse races so violently I feel sick.
His palm slides higher, over the curve of my waist, brushing beneath my chest…
“No,” I choke. “Stop—”
My throat burns.
His touch burns.
I cannot move, I cannot breathe. I am trapped inside my own body, suffocating beneath a man who…
“Be quiet,” he whispers, his lips brushing my cheek. “You do not want to make this worse… for you.”
My stomach twists violently, and I retch.
