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himself.
    “Really?
He sounds like one to me,” I snapped out.
    He
hand reached out and grabbed my wrist, dragging me down, so I was sitting on
his lap. His other arm was tight around my waist.
    “ Don’t make me angry, Rachel.” His voice was low, his breath hot on my cheek.
    “Paige!
Not Rachel, Paige .”
    His
grip tightened around my wrist, and I made an unsuccessful attempt to wrench it
from his grasp. But my hand that was free reached out and slapped him square
across the face. Everything froze at that action. His face stayed to the side,
and my eyes widened in fear.
    “I’m
sorry,” I rushed out. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean too.”
    His
head slowly moved back to look at me with those wolf-like eyes.
    “What
are you going to do?” I breathed; my heart pounding.
    He
watched me, before finally saying. “What do you think I should do?”
    My
mouth was dry. “Please don’t hurt me again,” I said quietly, for all the good
it would do.
    A
minute passed in silence before he finally said, “Maybe you could make it up to
me.”
    Everything
in me turned to ice. “How?”
    “You
‘thanked’ him well enough, you’ll think of something.
    I
swallowed. And then I slowly move closer to him and pressed my lips to his. I
kissed him clumsily, and he didn’t kiss me back. I moved my lips down to his
neck to kiss him there, and I felt him shift underneath me. I didn’t know if
that was good or bad. I felt like I was trying to seduce him, and he was the
reluctant one. I undid his pants and managed to get his cock out. It was soft, and
I pumped it in my hand and it rapidly hardened. Everything I did felt clumsy
and unnatural. I straddled him and sunk down slowly onto him before I started
to move up and down his length. He barely moved at all, and I couldn’t bring
myself to look at him, I didn’t want to see what was on his face.
    I
finally got a rhythm going, and it wasn’t until he was about to come that his
hands gripped into my back, pulling me hard onto him. A small sound emitted
from him as he came, but that was all the emotion that he showed.
    I
stayed like that, speared by his cock, resting my head against his shoulder and
listened to his breathing. Finally, he broke the silence. “You want me to hold
you?” he asked. My head snapped up, and I looked at him. His face was straight,
but there was no mistaking the mocking.
    I
said nothing; just pushed myself from him and once on my feet, walked out of
the room and up the stairs. I sunk down to my knees in the shower and let the
water rain down on me to wash everything away.

Chapter Thirteen
    Even
when the water ran cold, I didn’t move. Icy needles hit my skin like I was
outside in nature instead of trapped in this decaying house. The cold was
punishing and cleansing, it felt good. Even when the shivering began, I didn’t
move from my kneeling position. I wondered if I would die like this. If I did,
at least I would be clean.
    “What
the hell?”
    Aaron
reached over and turned off the water before throwing a towel around me. He
lifted me with ease despite my shivering. He took me swiftly down the stairs
and into the living room. There, he laid me in front of the fire while rubbing
at my skin. “Are you nuts?” he muttered. I almost laughed at the irony of that
comment, but my face was too cold to move. The heat from the fire and his
constant rubbing on my limbs was slowly bringing warmth back to my body, but I
still shivered and struggled to catch my breath.
    He
frowned at me then he lifted the long sleeved t-shirt he wore over his head and
grabbed a blanket from off the couch. He pulled me hard up against his body as
he spread the blanket over us. His hands rubbed over me constantly, like pure
force would inject heat back into my bloodstream. That’s how I fell asleep,
with those hands on me.
    I
dreamt of a girl in a shower degrading herself; and then Mara and Torrance
stepped over the edge of a cliff, and their bodies turned to skeletons