Page 235 of Pretty Little Lies

“How would we ever fuckin’ be able to go back to what we were before? How do I forgive it, Bay? How do I make this all go away?”

I don’t know.

I asked him if he would go to war for me, and he gladly—quickly—told me he would. But now that I’ve stolen a piece of him that I can’t offer back on a silver platter, he practically did the same thing to me.

I took hold of his life and blew it up into smithereens.

“I was,” he mutters. “I was in love with you. I wanted to give you everything, and I feel stupid. I’m never going to be able to look at you the same. I’m never going to be able to get over the fact that you murdered my brother.”

“I’m sorry, Pretty Boy,” I reply through waves of pleasure as Torin pounds me into my bed. “You don’t know…how much.”

“I can’t say the same,” he says honestly. “I fell in love with someone my brother wanted. I saw the appeal and shoved it away. I took a chance…” He grates against me harder, making it hurt as he hate-fucks me. “Geezus…”

I reach up to touch his face, but he jerks away from me, not wanting me to touch him, but use me.

“Torin,” I start. “We can?—”

“There is nowe,” he seethes through his teeth. “There’s no me and you. Just me. And then there’s you. You’re an enemy. My brother’s…girl.” His breathing heightens as his body kicks up to the next level of being closer to an orgasm. “Do you know how much I hate myself for still wanting you?”

“Why do you think Judah wanted me so much? I don’t get it.”

“He wrote about you. He told me how much I’d like you. That he wanted me to meet you one day.” A mirthless rumble of a disgusted chuckle comes off Torin’s chest then. “That you weremyage. The fuck were the odds that it was you. That I’d ache for you like no one else.”

“It wasn’t like that with us. Judah and I didn’t have a relationship.”

Torin tucks his face into my shoulder and gains a new angle to make my pussy respond back. “I would’ve loved you for the rest of my life.”

My heart collapses because his words kill me. They absolutely slay me in every which way.

“You can’t ignore me forever,” I quip through his muddled thoughts because I’m still contemplating this arranged marriage with Ramsey.

If Torin doesn’t fix this, I have no other choice. I lose my whole fucking family to his petty-ass actions.

I lose Reeve.

My chest tightens as Torin continues his assault on my throbbing pussy. And I wish it’d stop the orgasm that creeps up into my lower spine, craving to break free and combust around Torin’s cock.

I hate him.

I loathe that I can’t decide what to do with him.

That I don’t want any of this and the past has finally decided to come for me after I thought it was over.

And now I’m reliving it again like it was yesterday—with his kid brother.

“I don’t want to ignore you, Astor,” he levels out through bated breath. “In fact, I’m never gonna leave you alone.”

“Don’t hurt me.” The candid remark leaves my lips before I can stop it.

I’m becoming too vulnerable in his presence, and that’s a major problem. Even though I want him, I can’t permit that kind of capability. Look where it’s gotten me thus far.

“Give me your cum,” he breathes over my lips, our broken exhales mingling into one. That entitled, sexy, goddamn haughty ass demand sends a shudder of uncontrollable pleasure coursing down me.

“Torin—”

“Fuck, baby, give it to me,” he sneers above me, but his tone doesn’t hold any detached animosity behind it, just a pure carnal need to have me explode into pieces. He plunges deeper into me, summoning my climax like he has the power to. “Let me hear you.”

His free hand locates my clit, moving it along his body as he delves into me and my toes curl from the severe buildup in my stomach.

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