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Chapter 81

Arabella

“Hit me again.” Eli’s voice is low and rough.

White hot anger blinds me, and my hand slaps hard across his cheek again, leaving my palm stinging.

“At least do it like you mean it.” His eyes turn feral.

He’s going to hurt me.

Drawing in a breath to scream, the air locks in my lungs when Eli’s mouth smashes down onto mine. There’s nothing soft about the branding contact. I feel the cool metal of his lip ring as he parts my lips, his tongue darting inside. I’m paralyzed, my limbs refusing to move and my mind blanks.

It feels wrong to have him touching me, but the needy part of me dissolves into the hot and hard kiss. Sensation takes over, and my eyes close. I wrap my arms around his neck, and moan into the kiss. He groans back, the sound vibrating across my tongue. My knees give out, and I melt against him.

His mouth becomes hungry, punishing, our lips clashing in a silent frantic battle. One second, we’re flush up against each other, and in the next, I’m free.

Panting and dazed, I use the wall for support. My brain is unable to process what the hell just happened. I’ve never been kissed like that before.

“What did you do that for?” I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and try to get rid of the taste of his lips from mine.

Eli is glaring at me with murderous green eyes. “Nice try. What was the plan? To seduce me. That won’t work, Princess. You’ve got nothing that I want.”

“You kissed me!”

His lips curl up in a sneer. “You were begging for it.”

The flicker of anger from before reignites, and I curl my fingers into fists. I want to hit him harder, pummel him into the dirt. I want to claw out his eyes until he’s raw and bleeding.

“I hate you, Eli Travers.” I clench my jaw to stop myself from saying anything further.

“The feeling is mutual.” His attention latches onto my hands. “Hit me again, and you’ll get worse next time.”

“Go to hell.” I rush away from him and out of the cemetery.

I can still feel his kiss. I can taste him on my tongue.

Did he do it to humiliate me again?

I keep running until I’m past the tree line and across the grass. My vision is blurry with tears, but they’re from rage and not fear. I don’t even register the few students I pass. My feet keep me moving until I’m at the door of my room.

I throw open the door and slam it shut after me.

I can still feel Eli’s mouth, his tongue. I scrub my hand over my lips, but nothing I do removes the memory. Throwing myself down on the bed, an onslaught of angry tears pour down my cheeks, and I scream into the pillow.

I hope he rots in hell.

I’m sick of his crap. Sick of the attacks.

You only hate him more because he made you feel something.

The voice in my head has me punching my pillow.

For one brief moment, Eli Travers made me forget everything. I’d been lost in the pleasure of a kiss that should never have happened.

Chapter 82

Eli

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