His grip tightens on my jaw until I wince. “That’s not how it works. Remember the rules?”
“W-what rules?”
“Break willingly and I might let you collect the pieces.”
My heart thunders until the machines erupt with sound. “What—”
My words are cut off when he leans closer until his breath tickles along my skin. Another involuntary shudder slides down my spine, and goosebumps form along my limbs.
I don’t know if it’s because of fear, or if it’s something else.
This close, he’s even more fatally gorgeous and dangerous. A flicker of connection grips hold of me.
I know him from somewhere, but where?
He runs his tongue from under my eye to the corner of my lip. Something violent and out of control takes over my body, and more goosebumps erupt.
I stare at him with trembling lips.
“Welcome back to your custom-made hell, monster.”
Thump. Thump. Thump.
My heart does this weird thing, beating in and out of sync, as if it doesn’t know what to do.
There’s so much sadism in his eyes.
So much…grudge.
The way he watches me intently with those rainy forest eyes is close to being cut open and left for dead.
Maybe I already died and crossed over to hell, and this is my torturer.
Otherwise, why the hell is he calling me a monster when I don’t know him?
No—I don’t remember him. I most definitely know him from somewhere.
But where?
According to what the nurse said, he’s my fiancé. For some reason, that sounds wrong.
He’s not my fiancé. He’s someone more…sinister.
I try to lift my head. Pain shoots down my nape and snaps to the front.
Whimpers leave my lips as I try to tamp down the agony. I bite my lower lip to keep the sound from escaping.
No one will witness my weakness, least of all this stranger.
He watches me intently, his face impassive other than a slight twitch in his upper lip.
Wait…
I meet his dispassionate gaze and focus on the slight curve in his lips. My brain might be slow in keeping up, but I recognize that look.
It’s pleasure, sadistic and twisted.
He’s enjoying seeing me hurt. He’s watching my aching shoulders and the trembling of my lips like he’s in a competition and they’re his prize.