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Authors: Belinda Boring
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killed me, I didn’t peek.
“Bri? It’s happened again, hasn’t it? Did I hurt you?” The helplessness in his voice gave me hope.
“Quinn?”
“Why didn’t you run?” he asked. “I don’t trust myself around you.” With those few words, the confusion and sorrow in his voice melted away my doubt and I surrendered.
“We need to . . .” Disappointment stifled any further speech.
Blue eyes stared back at me.
Chapter Six
I crumpled into myself as his cold blue eyes bore into mine. Chuckling, Quinn took a step closer.
“Surprise.” He feigned concern over my shock. “And you said I couldn’t act. Did you enjoy my performance?” He laughed as he offered a mock wave, a smirk spreading across his face. He didn’t even look the same anymore.
I started to close my eyes again, but he moved faster and grabbed my chin—squeezing it. With his arm pinned across my neck, he forced me to look at him. “Be a good girl now. I want to see those beautiful green eyes of yours.”
Not caring what he would do, I kept them shut and was rewarded with a sharp crack to the back of my head as he slammed it roughly into the wall.
“Let’s try this again. Look at me.” Using the grip he had on my face, he pulled my head forward, poised to strike it against the building again. “Don’t make me wait.” He didn’t appreciate my defiance and I was rewarded with another strike. “I will hurt you. Don’t try my patience.”
I was sweating, pain radiating from my head and travelling down into my body. Knowing I had no other choice, I raised my eyelids and was immediately caught in his penetrating gaze.
Feelings of anger boiled up within me—swirling to the surface. My pride screamed for justice over how I’d been manhandled and thoughts vied for my attention, telling me the only way to stop him was killing him. My fists clenched as adrenaline began coursing through my blood—preparing me to fight for my life.
As if he could read my mind, Quinn’s smirk widened and his satisfaction was obvious. Whatever he was seeing pleased him and that meant only one thing—I was converting. I fought hard against the pressure, pushing back in a battle of wills and just when I was almost defeated, the intensity faded. I was alone in my head.
Fury swept over his features, his nails biting into my skin as he tightened his grip. I whimpered, and a glint of excitement sparked in his eyes. Quinn tilted my face from side to side, trying different positions and vantage points so he could restart the conversion. In an act of frustration, he put more force on his forearm at my throat when I remained the same.
“Stop fighting it.” I froze for a second, thinking I heard a touch of desperation in his voice. It was shattered with his next words. “If you don’t change, I will kill you.” All warmth fled at his deadly threat.
Those four short words broke something inside me and I slammed my fist into the side of his face. He’d underestimated me and when he faltered, some pressure from my throat subsided. It was the opening I needed. I swung at him, not aiming for anything in particular. All I wanted was enough room to run. The punch I threw missed his jaw and landed instead on his shoulder.
The shock of my attack quickly wore off, and his furious snarl almost made me shrink back. His jaw clenched tightly, face flushed a mottled red, and I thought the vein in his forehead would burst from throbbing so hard.
“You’ll regret that, sweetheart. I was going to show you mercy,” he growled, reclaiming control. Instead of using his forearm, his hand grasped my throat and he lifted me off the ground, using all his weight to grind me into the wall.
“Quinn . . .” I croaked as my fingers frantically tried dislodging his. “Stop. Please.” My words fell to a mere whisper, tears now streaming down my face.
Blinded by his ire, he simply stood there, breathing heavily as he tightened his clutch. “It didn’t have to be this
“Bri? It’s happened again, hasn’t it? Did I hurt you?” The helplessness in his voice gave me hope.
“Quinn?”
“Why didn’t you run?” he asked. “I don’t trust myself around you.” With those few words, the confusion and sorrow in his voice melted away my doubt and I surrendered.
“We need to . . .” Disappointment stifled any further speech.
Blue eyes stared back at me.
Chapter Six
I crumpled into myself as his cold blue eyes bore into mine. Chuckling, Quinn took a step closer.
“Surprise.” He feigned concern over my shock. “And you said I couldn’t act. Did you enjoy my performance?” He laughed as he offered a mock wave, a smirk spreading across his face. He didn’t even look the same anymore.
I started to close my eyes again, but he moved faster and grabbed my chin—squeezing it. With his arm pinned across my neck, he forced me to look at him. “Be a good girl now. I want to see those beautiful green eyes of yours.”
Not caring what he would do, I kept them shut and was rewarded with a sharp crack to the back of my head as he slammed it roughly into the wall.
“Let’s try this again. Look at me.” Using the grip he had on my face, he pulled my head forward, poised to strike it against the building again. “Don’t make me wait.” He didn’t appreciate my defiance and I was rewarded with another strike. “I will hurt you. Don’t try my patience.”
I was sweating, pain radiating from my head and travelling down into my body. Knowing I had no other choice, I raised my eyelids and was immediately caught in his penetrating gaze.
Feelings of anger boiled up within me—swirling to the surface. My pride screamed for justice over how I’d been manhandled and thoughts vied for my attention, telling me the only way to stop him was killing him. My fists clenched as adrenaline began coursing through my blood—preparing me to fight for my life.
As if he could read my mind, Quinn’s smirk widened and his satisfaction was obvious. Whatever he was seeing pleased him and that meant only one thing—I was converting. I fought hard against the pressure, pushing back in a battle of wills and just when I was almost defeated, the intensity faded. I was alone in my head.
Fury swept over his features, his nails biting into my skin as he tightened his grip. I whimpered, and a glint of excitement sparked in his eyes. Quinn tilted my face from side to side, trying different positions and vantage points so he could restart the conversion. In an act of frustration, he put more force on his forearm at my throat when I remained the same.
“Stop fighting it.” I froze for a second, thinking I heard a touch of desperation in his voice. It was shattered with his next words. “If you don’t change, I will kill you.” All warmth fled at his deadly threat.
Those four short words broke something inside me and I slammed my fist into the side of his face. He’d underestimated me and when he faltered, some pressure from my throat subsided. It was the opening I needed. I swung at him, not aiming for anything in particular. All I wanted was enough room to run. The punch I threw missed his jaw and landed instead on his shoulder.
The shock of my attack quickly wore off, and his furious snarl almost made me shrink back. His jaw clenched tightly, face flushed a mottled red, and I thought the vein in his forehead would burst from throbbing so hard.
“You’ll regret that, sweetheart. I was going to show you mercy,” he growled, reclaiming control. Instead of using his forearm, his hand grasped my throat and he lifted me off the ground, using all his weight to grind me into the wall.
“Quinn . . .” I croaked as my fingers frantically tried dislodging his. “Stop. Please.” My words fell to a mere whisper, tears now streaming down my face.
Blinded by his ire, he simply stood there, breathing heavily as he tightened his clutch. “It didn’t have to be this
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