I quickly glance back once, and the front door is still wide open, and he’s not following me.
With a shaky hand, I punch in the code to unlock the gate, and it instantly grinds open with a metallic sound. As soon as I can, I slip through the gap, and run, taking nothing with me but the clothes on my back and the scars on my skin.
“BLAIRE!”I hear Law aggressive shout at a far distance just as I reach the edge of the woods, but I don’t stop. I dash through the tree’s, bare feet sinking into the squelching mud.
I run and run, as fast as my body will allow, my lungs giving way, my legs burning with effort, not knowing where I’m heading.
Until suddenly, I slip and fall, and with a wet thump, I land in thick mud, my body crunching from the impact.
Wheezing on my front, I reach out, fingers clawing at the sludge, trying to drag myself forward with tears streaming down my cheeks before my body gives way.
I pant hard, flash backs ripping through my mind like a distorted video reel.
Remembering the first time I was brought into that damn house, I was petrified. Of him, of everything, and how it took me months to stand tall again, even longer to smile without forcing it, and longer still to feel anything close to safe.
And Law… he was my beacon in that suffocating darkness.
For over a month, I barely left the guest room, but every single night at seven, when I’d drag myself out of bed for a shower, I’d return to find everything I could possibly needwaiting for me like magic. Fresh clothes folded neatly on the bed, warm food, and women’s essentials.
After months of staying in that isolated bedroom, because I knew I had nowhere to go, I remember when I first sat down beside him at the table and ate dinner. I finally found the courage to leave that room.
His shock and understanding, like he knew everything I was going through, flashed across his pale, blue eyes.
That’s when I thought I reallysawhim.
His gaze from that evening still haunts me, but not in a bad way, despite everything he’s done since. He had this dark, magnetic, yet dominating charm that pulled me in against every survival instinct I had left.
Another flashback tears through my mind like crushed glass dragged across raw nerves, pulling me under even as I lie collapsed in the cold mud in the woods.
I remember how I shyly reached up that first time, brushing a lock of hair from his eyes while giggling like a nervous schoolgirl cause he said something funny, my heart fluttering wildly in my chest.
In that exact moment, something electric shot through both of us—a spark that flared bright and dangerous in his icy blue eyes, mirroring the heat blooming inside me.
From then on, our touches lingered like forbidden promises. My fingers grazing his hand, sometimes by accident, sometimes deliberately.
We'd brushed past each other in the kitchen, bodies pressing just a second too long, breathing each other in without daring to name the craving.
He never made a move first. Not once. He waited patiently for me, letting the tension coil tighter until it became unbearable.
Until that rainy night, almost a year later.
The memory splits through my heart, vividly destroying me, even now as rain mixes with the muck on my skin.
The warm, greasy scent of takeaway food filled his car, but something inside me snapped, and I told him to pull over. No hesitation flashed across his face as he yanked the handbrake with a sharp click.
Then, he grabbed me by the throat with undeniable, consuming hunger, and slammed his mouth against mine in a kiss that devoured every shred of trauma I ever had.
I’d never been kissed like that. It was devastating. And with every stroke of his tongue, he took my heart with it.
What happened in that backseat burned itself into my very soul forever.
His hands moved over me with perfect dominance and startling tenderness in equal measure—claiming, worshipping, and knowing exactly what my abused body needed.
I never said no, I didn’t want to. I felt safe under him.
We were two feathers on the same storm-driven wing, souls knotting together with every deep, rhythmic thrust. The rain hammered against the windows like an applause, while inside, he unravelled me completely.
Even now, lying here broken, I can still feel the ghost of his touch searing across my skin.
