“But the same thing happened to her? Those men hurt her, didn’t they? The man at the gas station, him.” She points to the bedroom. “And whoever the other man is. I was too out of it earlier to hear everything you said, but I think I understand now. It’s why you’re?—”
“Enough with the questions!”
“Tell me what you’re doing, and I can help you,” she insists softly.
I scrub my hand over my face. This is exhausting.
Looking her over, I see she’s a mess in the remnants of her habit with come and blood dried on her thighs. She looks sexy as sin.
“You want to be useful? Find something else to wear. If I get pulled over and you look like that I’ll be arrested in a second.”
She hesitates then gives me a little nod before going back into the bedroom. I’m left dumbfounded that she’s still here let alone listening to me and following instructions.
She’s one final big fuck you from the universe. My perfect woman that I can’t actually have, no matter how many times I tell her she’s mine.
Chapter 14
Chloe
“Idon’t like it,” Zack grunts as I step back into the living room wearing an oversized gray t-shirt and hoody.
I’ve finally taken the habit off my head, and it’s nice to have my hair free again. It’s in my pocket along with the rosary.
“Seriously? The guy’s twice my size, nothing of his fits, and I am definitely not going to wear a predator’s boxers. Anyway, I wouldn’t have to wear this if you hadn’t ruined my clothes in the first place.” I jab Zack in the sternum, and he growls at me.
My heart races whenever I’m this close to him. I know I should stay away, but every time I see him, my body is drawn to his. Even when I was changing, all I could think about was what he was doing in here, how he was feeling, and who Kat might be.
Stepping around him, I head to the sink for a glass of water. I can feel him silently watching me again.
When he miraculously found me in the woods andblurted out that he’s obsessed with me, I assumed that was the drugs talking. But he really is obsessed. And I love that.
As I reach up into a cupboard for a glass, I make sure to really stretch for it. My clothes ride up, showing off the tiniest slither of cheek. It’s enough to make him feral.
I bite back my smile as I hear him stomp over here. He presses into me, lips at my ear. “What do you think you’re playing at?”
“I’m thirsty,” I reply innocently.
His heavy breaths heat my skin as I choose a glass and fill it with water from the faucet. I almost drop it from how much I’m shaking. It’s like having a beast at my back. One that I’m willing to let devour me.
Slowly I turn and smile up at him as I bring the glass to my lips. Before it makes contact, he grabs my wrist.
“Do not drink that.” He’s looking at it like it’s poisoned or something.
“It came straight from the faucet, so I think I’ll be safe. All I’ve drank tonight is beer and your come. You can’t stop me from hydrating.” I scowl at him.
Plucking the glass from my hand, he says in a low tone that makes my toes curl, “I can if another man’s lips have been on it.”
“You watched me down that guy’s beer earlier.”
He leans in close, grabbing my face. “And I hated every second of it. This dirty mouth, these pouty cock-sucking lips, this throat so eager to gobble down my come are all mine, little sinner. I can tolerate another man’s eyes on you because it makes you so fucking wet being watched under my command. But I do not like to share my toys. I’d rather break you so badly I could never play with you again than let another man touch you.”
I gulp loudly as he brings the glass to his lips, anddrinks. But he doesn’t swallow. Holding the water in his mouth, he grabs my chin and tilts my head back.
Willingly, I part my lips and let him press his mouth to mine. He spits the water in, and I swallow it down eagerly. Kissing him,feastingon him, before he retreats.
“More,” I insist, and he continues nourishing me like it until the glass is empty.
We hold each other’s gaze in another quiet standoff. I can feel that he has something to say, but he lets me go and steps away.
