He wraps his hands around my throat, squeezing—not enough to choke me.
Why do I like this? Why do I want his hands around my neck? I shouldn’t want him. He’s my enemy.
Disgust and shame overtake my body.
I watch him slowly stroke his dick. He aligns himself with my folds and shoves forward, sliding inside me. He feels so good, stretching me, with a mix of pain because of his size.
He places his hands over my mouth.
“I want you to hear the sound of me fucking you, my princess. Do you hear that? It’s your pussy wanting me.”
The soft sounds of my moans fill the room as he fucks me hard against the mattress. I clench around him. He feels so good.
“It’s you wanting me to take you even though you keep fighting with yourself.”
He’s right. Absolutely right.
Several seconds later, he pulls out, comes all over my stomach, then gets down on his knees and licks my clit until I’m screaming his name. My orgasm shoots through me.
“Be in denial all you want, my princess, but it won’t help either of our relationship.”
My jaw tightens, and I avoid eye contact. I fiddle with my wedding band, choking the shit out of my finger. I hate that he’s right again. I do like the way he fucks me, but no—he will not win. I’m still in control even though he just won the battle.
Because I’m going to win the war.
Lilac
Imust be a sadist when it comes to Irvin. He told me to meet him for a date at the movies, but instead, I’m at Lyrical and Snow’s farmhouse. I backed out of it because I don’t trust myself around him. He has this hold on me that I can’t shake.
My husband is too alluring, and I fall for his manipulation.
Lyrical’s farmhouse is in the middle of nowhere, which I find strange. Why would they move away from society? Natural sunlight peeks through the curtains. The living room is clean, simple—the opposite of the mansion I live in. It’s light and not as suffocating. It’s peaceful. Something I crave. I lean against the dark couch.
Lyrical sits across from me as we play Go Fish while Snow reads a book on history. I don’t say anything to Snow because he’s… well, Snow. Mean. Cold. Distant.
When I first met him, I thought he was the biggest asshole on the planet.
He doesn’t say anything to me. What does Lyrical see in him? But I guess she can ask me the same thing about Irvin. To behonest, I think the reason Irvin and Snow don’t get along is that they are too much alike. They are both stubborn, controlling, and cruel. The difference between the two is that Irvin is quiet about his cruelty and uses mental control, whereas Snow uses physical control more.
“It’s your turn, Lyrical,” I say.
She slams her card onto the cushion of the couch. “Go fish.”
We’ve been worried about Winter. Each of us has been taking turns visiting the hospital. The swelling in her brain has been going down since the accident, and we don’t roam the campus at night like we used to. Keanu is going crazy trying to figure out what happened to her. He’s on edge and patrols the campus along with Jameson and Snow. Irvin is still under investigation for Winter and the rest of the victims.
My phone buzzes with a call. I look down at the screen. Ambrose’s name pops up across it, but I hit Decline. I have nothing to say to him. Ambrose has left me numerous messages, but I let them go to voicemail because I don’t want to open the door again to my past. I shouldn’t have called him in the first place.
“It’s your turn,” Lyrical says.
I study my card for several seconds and slam it on the coffee table. “Go fish.”
Snow gets up from the couch, sets his book on the table, then kisses Lyrical on the lips.
“Are you two hungry?” he asks.
I stare at him, wide-eyed. “Are you going to put poison in it?”
He glances at Lyrical, then back at me. “No. If I wanted to kill you, you would already be dead. And I wouldn’t poison you.”
