Page 5 of Oathbreaker

I almost die when Adam presses his body into me.

He breathes in deeply, his face next to mine.

“Winter, Winter, Winter...” He breathes only a little harder than normal, and his pants warm my cheek. His straight white teeth flash in the darkness of the back road.

The headlights from the idling SUV are our only light source.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Winter. Are you not happy to see me? You haven’t missed me?”

I turn my face away from him, not wanting to see him.

He presses further into me.

I swallow down bile.

“Why are you here, Adam? How?” Tremors wrack my body, and not just from the cold.

“Why am I here? Well, that’s easy. The Commonwealth of Virginia decided I was rehabilitated enough to be in society. I’ve shown adequate remorse to be released and live as a free man. Except, no. I’m not free. I have nothing because of you. I get the privilege of living my life as a registered sex offender—because of you.”

He presses deeper against me, and my pelvic bone screams against the hard metal of the fender.

“You wrecked my life, Winter. So I’m going to wreck yours.” He kisses my cheek and then licks it from jaw to hairline.

“So that’s why I’m here, Winter. You’re mine to fuck with. You’re mine to have whenever I want you. You’re mine to ruin.”

“Fuck off—” I stop talking when he grabs my throat, choking me.

“Tsk-tsk, Winter. Use sweet words, princess.”

I gasp for air and retch when he decides to let my neck go several tense seconds later. I collapse against the hood.

“Adam, please, you don’t have to do this.” The restriction in my throat from pure terror turns my plea into a whisper.

One.

One-two-one.

One-two-three-two-one.

“Winter,” he sighs, rubbing his face into mine.

“Let me go.”

He tsks.

“Oh, Winter, don’t you know?” He spins me around and hauls me to his body. When he runs a hand up my ripped skirt, everything within me tenses. “I’ll never let you go.”

He grasps my ass cheek, clawing the flesh with no mercy. His fingers bruise me.

“No judge,” he rips my skirt in two.

“No jury,” he tears the spaghetti straps of my top.

“Nobody can keep me away from you. You’re mine until your last breath, Winter.”

He wrenches the entire dress off me. The strapless bra and thong do nothing to protect me from the elements. They do nothing to protect me from his gaze. His ownership.

“But you forgot that, didn’t you, Winter?”

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