Page 208 of Pretty Little Lies

“You wanna kill me now?”

I flick the blade open and squeeze it tightly. “You wanted to kill me first.” His features distort, as if I’m the one that’s crazy here. “Just let me go, Judah. We’ll chalk this up as a bad?—”

“Chalk it up?” he carps out incredulously. “No one pulls a knife or gun out and lives to tell about it.”

“What am I going to do with you?” Torin’s question yanks me from my past and into the present with him.

With the man I was beginning to trust and fall in love with.

“You have to believe me,” I practically please. “I wasn’t out there to kill Judah. He followed me?—”

“But you did.” Torin’s inner demon ramps up then, and he fucks me so hard I can’t grasp air. Not when his hand is over my throat and his cock is stretching me so quick and hard and hateful that he just wants to rip me apart and throw me away.

He’s never going to forgive me for this. I just lost him.

A tear escapes and hits the side of Torin’s hand, to which he removes it from my throat and licks it off with his tongue.

The action makes my pussy clench, and a broken sob to leave my lips.

“Even your tears taste amazing, baby,” he leers through slitted eyes. “And I’m going to enjoy tasting more from you by the time I’m done.”

“You’re notlistening,” I carp out. “I don’t know what video you saw, but it’s not the full story. It’s not?—”

“Fuckyou,” he spits out before slamming his hand into the door next to me. More hollowed-out impales of his cock and a need to release. “Don’t look at me. Look down.”

For some reason, I follow that order. Maybe it’s the contriteness or sadness I feel. That I somewhat forgot Judah after all these years.

That I never made Matteo pay for shooting him when maybe he could’ve been saved.

“Torin—” His pace picks up, demanding I shut the hell up so he can get out what he needs. It hurts, but I take it, because he’s in pain. I’m not sure if he believes me at all, or will believe me in the next few hours, but he’s a trainwreck waiting to happen.

“I took my brother’s girl. I fucked her and I liked it. Ikeepfucking her and I want it to hurt. Like she hurt me. Like she keeps hurting me. She will destroy everything I hold near and dear. She’ll tear my brothers and I apart. She will kill him…”

“Who—”

“Say anotherfuckingword,” Torin bellows out in my face, “and I’ll take your ass, then your mouth, then your ass again until you can’t feel a part of you that I haven’t used.”

A sliver of irritability creeps up to my throat, but I hold it there.

This isn’t for me.

And I love him…I love him to take his anger out of me so he can get some relief. I am, after all, the reason his brother is dead.

Half of it anyway.

“You’re dead to me,” Torin leers, his breathing hitching and haggard. “You’re going to be dead to me when I’m finished with you, and I don’t need this. When I can’t take anymore of looking at you, I’ll kill you, Bay. I don’t give a fuck what last name you hold or who your real father is. You took my brother. You took my only safe haven…and it created this. No one…noone takes from me and lives about it.”

And just like that, he severed us.

He waged war.

He deliciously fucked me into a fight that I’m not sure I’m going to win.

Torin comes a moment later, leaving me feeling used and stabbed a few times. His feral growl only pricks at my skin as he takes from me, using my body to get his fill.

He wipes himself off with my sweats, and tucks himself back in, not bothering to say another word or issue one last threat.

Then he pries me from the door and dips out.

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