Page 234 of Pretty Little Lies

And what he did before that sent my life careening into this unforgiving dark hole.

Leaning up a bit to give myself some space, my fist slams into the side of his head so hard that the pain that comes after it is imminent.

Torin’s face goes to the side a little bit, but he doesn’t react. He doesn’t even grunt or groan this time. As if he was expecting it.

Two peas from the same pod.

“You good now, baby?”

Tears—I’m literally getting so exhausted of them—form and I can’t form another word or action.

I want him to take this all back.

I still crave him in this addictive, senseless way that speaks to me on another level that no one has ever reached but myself.

He hates me, but he still desires me as well.

And that’s two things we share in common that neither of us knows how to bring back to before.

“I’m going to fuck you, Wildfire.” I see him begin to unbutton his jeans. “And you’re going to scream my name when you come.”

Everything in my head screams to tell him to stop. That we don’t need this. That there’s no way I need to keep drowning in Torin Wildes.

He’s not good for me.

With every fight that we have, is he going to destroy something of mine?

This is grief. His brother.

Shut up. He’s nothing but a selfish asshole.

“Leave me alone, Torin,” I profess half-ass, my thighs mindlessly spreading a little more to invite him in.

“I can’t,” he replies, almost pained. “I’m going to make us both forget, baby. Just for a second. I need you. And Ihatethat I need you right now.”

I don’t know what to say to that, other than I feel the same.

Torinisme so he knows exactly what I want and how I need it.

The tip of his cock slides against the slickness of my cunt and I hold my breath. I’m conscious that this could end badly, make things worse.

But my stupid decisions never seem to cease when he’s around.

“Tell me how much you want to see me beg, Wildfire? It’s absolute torture to want and hate you at the same time.”

“I’m not going to—” He slides into me, my traitorous cunt already wet and ready for him.

Torin fills me to the hilt, seizing a broken exhale from my lips.

“God, I love how perfect you fit me,” he grinds out, pumping into me in steady lunges. “Are you made for everyone else, too? I swear sometimes I wished it was just you and me and then Ithink of Reeve and could never think of prying you away from him.” He lowers his head, loading some of his weight on me. “He loves you, you know? He absolutely is obsessed with making you happy.”

“I…I love him, too.”

“Do you?” Torin grinds into me, his pelvis grinding into my clit. “Do you love me, Wildfire? Have you ever given a shit about me?”

He doesn’t deserve those answers. But I can’t help but relate to him in every single way right now.

“Yes.” Though, I don’t specify which question I’m answering.

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