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the rejection it was and stop touching me. I just wanted to roll to my side, curl myself into a ball, and disappear.
But steady hands encased either side of my face, thwarting my imaginary escape. His thumbs brushed over the fresh tears that had fallen.
“I’m so sorry.”
I thought I was hallucinating when his warm breath fanned my face and I heard his deep, smooth voice utter those three softly spoken words with what sounded like complete sincerity. I struggled to blink my eyes open. My vision was bleary and the room persisted in swaying somewhat, but I could make out his face hovering a mere six inches above my own. His brown eyes were so dark they were black as they stared down at me.
“I am sorry …” he apologized stiffly, “for the recent loss of your mother, Milena.”
For a split second I teetered on the verge of maniacal laughter. He’d offered no apology for chasing me down and terrorizing me in his beast form, or for supernaturally restraining me and inflicting an excruciating, traumatizing mind-rape. But he’d just stoically offered his formal condolences for the passing of my mother three months ago of all things?
Not a word of apology had he uttered for the recent murder of my brother at his own hands. Nor an inkling of remorse had he expressed for the fact that he was resolved to offing me next. It had to be the worst, most grossly inadequate, inappropriate, ill-timed apology in the entire history of the world of all shitty apologies ever.
“Fuck you. I hope you die painfully and all alone when your time comes.” My voice sounded eerily calm and even, my words clear as they fell from my lips. I hadn’t meant to say them aloud; it’d just happened. And I didn’t care that it had. I was as good as dead anyway.
He looked momentarily stunned, and for some reason it was enough of an infinitesimal victory for me to die knowing I’d put that disoriented, confounded look on his arrogant face.
In spite of whatever pain and sedation medication they had coursing through my veins, I felt a crazy surge of adrenaline and reckless courage shoot through my weakened form. I stared him square in the eye as best I could through my increasingly blurry vision, and I told him, “Just kill me now so you can go back to your stupid party.”
CHAPTER SIX
Alex’s features went blank for a moment as he held my face in his grasp. Then his bow lips split into a grin reminiscent of Remy’s, only his didn’t come close to reaching his eyes. A low rumble of humorless laughter bubbled up from deep in his chest as the fingers of his right hand slid down the side of my face to encircle the column of my throat.
I sucked in a breath and held it as those fingers flexed and tightened, subtly squeezing my trachea. His nose lowered and inhaled the skin just beneath the ridge of my jaw. My eyes fluttered shut in anticipation of the worst.
“Mm … that really what you want, little girl?” he taunted, before pressing his lips to my ear in the briefest, faintest of kisses that somehow managed to terrify me more than his hand wrapped around my throat did. “Breathe,” he mouthed against my earlobe.
I panted small gulps of air into my lungs and was relieved to find his fingers weren’t in any way restricting my ability to do so. He maintained a gentle grip on my neck with one hand while the fingertips of his other hand delved into the thickness of my hair to once again drag back and forth against my scalp, producing such pleasurable tingles that I vacillated between despising Alex and hating myself for being so affected by him.
“Sorry to disappoint you, Milena, but no one in my house is going to harm you.”
My heart twisted between emotions of hope, disbelief, acute confusion, and dread.
“Believe me,” he lamented in a soft, deceptively dulcet tone, “I’d indulge your request and kill you this instant if I could.”
Clearly, he was trying to demonstrate that he could fuck with my head even when he wasn’t
But steady hands encased either side of my face, thwarting my imaginary escape. His thumbs brushed over the fresh tears that had fallen.
“I’m so sorry.”
I thought I was hallucinating when his warm breath fanned my face and I heard his deep, smooth voice utter those three softly spoken words with what sounded like complete sincerity. I struggled to blink my eyes open. My vision was bleary and the room persisted in swaying somewhat, but I could make out his face hovering a mere six inches above my own. His brown eyes were so dark they were black as they stared down at me.
“I am sorry …” he apologized stiffly, “for the recent loss of your mother, Milena.”
For a split second I teetered on the verge of maniacal laughter. He’d offered no apology for chasing me down and terrorizing me in his beast form, or for supernaturally restraining me and inflicting an excruciating, traumatizing mind-rape. But he’d just stoically offered his formal condolences for the passing of my mother three months ago of all things?
Not a word of apology had he uttered for the recent murder of my brother at his own hands. Nor an inkling of remorse had he expressed for the fact that he was resolved to offing me next. It had to be the worst, most grossly inadequate, inappropriate, ill-timed apology in the entire history of the world of all shitty apologies ever.
“Fuck you. I hope you die painfully and all alone when your time comes.” My voice sounded eerily calm and even, my words clear as they fell from my lips. I hadn’t meant to say them aloud; it’d just happened. And I didn’t care that it had. I was as good as dead anyway.
He looked momentarily stunned, and for some reason it was enough of an infinitesimal victory for me to die knowing I’d put that disoriented, confounded look on his arrogant face.
In spite of whatever pain and sedation medication they had coursing through my veins, I felt a crazy surge of adrenaline and reckless courage shoot through my weakened form. I stared him square in the eye as best I could through my increasingly blurry vision, and I told him, “Just kill me now so you can go back to your stupid party.”
CHAPTER SIX
Alex’s features went blank for a moment as he held my face in his grasp. Then his bow lips split into a grin reminiscent of Remy’s, only his didn’t come close to reaching his eyes. A low rumble of humorless laughter bubbled up from deep in his chest as the fingers of his right hand slid down the side of my face to encircle the column of my throat.
I sucked in a breath and held it as those fingers flexed and tightened, subtly squeezing my trachea. His nose lowered and inhaled the skin just beneath the ridge of my jaw. My eyes fluttered shut in anticipation of the worst.
“Mm … that really what you want, little girl?” he taunted, before pressing his lips to my ear in the briefest, faintest of kisses that somehow managed to terrify me more than his hand wrapped around my throat did. “Breathe,” he mouthed against my earlobe.
I panted small gulps of air into my lungs and was relieved to find his fingers weren’t in any way restricting my ability to do so. He maintained a gentle grip on my neck with one hand while the fingertips of his other hand delved into the thickness of my hair to once again drag back and forth against my scalp, producing such pleasurable tingles that I vacillated between despising Alex and hating myself for being so affected by him.
“Sorry to disappoint you, Milena, but no one in my house is going to harm you.”
My heart twisted between emotions of hope, disbelief, acute confusion, and dread.
“Believe me,” he lamented in a soft, deceptively dulcet tone, “I’d indulge your request and kill you this instant if I could.”
Clearly, he was trying to demonstrate that he could fuck with my head even when he wasn’t
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