Page 11 of Sweet Misery

“You,” I answered thickly, the words falling out of my mouth before I could stop them.

“What?” Her lips parted as she gazed back at me.

I leaned in and brushed my lips against hers, tasting her for the first time.

She jerked away from me, her green eyes wide.

“Sever, we can’t?—”

“We can,” I pleaded softly., desperate to finally have her be mine.

“You’re leaving for college. I-I’m a nobody?—”

“You’re my somebody,” I whispered back fiercely before going back in for more. My lips pressed against hers. She didn’t respond for a moment. Finally, her lips parted and she kissed me back, sealing our fate.

She’d given me her first kiss, and like a hungry madman, I consumed it.

“I want this with you, darling star. Please, tell me you want it too.”

“I want it.”

I deepened the kiss, cradling her soft cheek. Her delicate neck. Tasting her. Exploring her.

“Be mine?” I whispered against her soft skin as I trailed kisses to her neck.

“Yes. Yours, Sever. I’m yours.”

I’d gone home thinking I finally had something special. I hadn’t pushed her past those soft, deep kisses. The next day, my calls and texts went unanswered. I drove past her home on repeat. I pounded on her door. Nothing. I beat her father. Nothing. He said she left. Wasn’t coming home. He called her a little cunt. I’d beaten him until he was unconscious before I’d stumbled out of her ramshackle home covered in her father’s blood, my heart broken at having lost her after just getting her. She lied to me.

And that was it. Four years ago. Nothing.

Now, here she was. Tied to a bedpost in my home.

I ground my teeth as my hatred and anger surged. She’d broken my heart. Abandoned me. Left me without so much as a goodbye after whispering to me she wanted me too and that I was hers and she was mine.

I shook my head, pushing the ugly memories away. Opening her door, I stepped in, bracing myself at seeing her again.

She laid flat on her back in the bed, her eyes closed.

I swallowed hard as I approached her, knowing damn well she’d already lived through hell and back with her father. We’d commiserate to one another about the hell we existed in, promising that someday we’d be able to be save each other.

She was in the ninth fucking level here though. There was no saving. Not after what she’d done to my heart and soul.

She was right where she deserved to be after what she’d done to me.

She’d be punished.

Karma was a real bitch like that.

I stopped at the edge of her bed and stared down at her. She looked just as beautiful as always, maybe even more so. Long, thick lashes. Those large breasts. Tiny waist. Thick dark hair. Even busted and bruised, she was something truly glorious to behold.

It made me hate her that much more. The very ugly idea of other men touching her, claiming her, made me insane with fury. I wanted nothing more than to kill each of them slowly while she watched.

I ground my teeth as I stared down at her, my chest heaving with each breath I dragged in.

Her lashes fluttered for a moment before her eyelids opened, displaying a slit of her pretty green eyes.

Recognition dawned on her because she widened her eyes at me.

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