Creighton doesn’t slow down, doesn’t take it easy, and he certainly doesn’t stop.
He goes on and on like a machine that’s bent on destruction. He fucks and spanks my ass. He pulls my hair and bites my neck, my shoulder, the top of my creamy breasts, anywhere he can reach.
By the time he stiffens and spills inside me, I’m spent.
Completely and utterly done.
“Mine,” he growls against my lips as he devours them again, rips them with his teeth, and fucks them with his tongue.
It’s a possessive kiss.
A declaration of a savage claim.
I can’t help the fresh tears that slide down my cheeks.
I hate myself for wanting the man who only sees me as a form of revenge.
I hate myself for not trying harder to run.
But I will.
Sooner or later, I will end this ill-fated relationship. This time, without getting my family involved.
35
CREIGHTON
Annika has been silent ever since I carried her to the house.
She didn’t release a sound when I put her down in front of the shower, but she did close the door in my face.
The chances of me breaking that door and claiming her against the floor like a savage animal were close to one hundred percent, but I repressed the compulsion.
One, I didn’t like the sad look in her eyes.
Two, I’m spiraling out of control.
I feel it, smell it in the air, and can sense it crashing against my rib cage.
When I first came up with this plan, I thought of owning her, making her pay. Taking my vengeance while keeping her.
And while that plan is still up and running, something’s changed.
I didn’t count on seeing her again.Reallyseeing her.
In her purple dress, dainty shoes, and looking like sunshine and unicorns. I was blindsided by her violet perfume. Always violets.
Violets. Violets. And more bloodyviolets.
They seep beneath my skin, ripping the tendons apart and settling in the marrow of my bones.
I didn’t count on hearing her soft voice, moaning, begging me to slow down.
To let her go.
That won’t be fucking happening.
I strip and step into the downstairs shower, letting the icy cold water wash over me.