Page 6 of Touch Her and Die
He forced me to look at him.
“I am good at what I do. I have to be. And I am good at doing you too. It’s all just an act. Something I’m also good at,” I said.
I smirked and his eyes grew dark and stormy.
“Fuck you, Halle. It’s not a fucking act. This is you. Good at being fucked up and good at being mine.”
I leaned back into the water and let it run down my hair even if my arms were pinned by my sides. Except he took that little escape away too as he shook me.
“Halle. You are mine, so help me God, and if you think you can just shut me out,” he paused.
I watched his features. Watched his mouth contort.
“What? What will you do if I add you to the little dark box wrapped so tightly in my mind, I can’t even remember ever being anything but a psychopath?”
My body slammed into the wall behind me.
“You don’t get to shut me the fuck out. You started this fucking war, Halle. You know you fucking created this thing, and we will fucking finish it. I just need more than a few minutes to come up with a good plan.”
His body pressed hard against mine. I wasn’t getting away from him.
“Well, too bad I’m impatient.”
He didn’t bother answering. He pressed his mouth to mine, and I bit him.
He pulled his face away, and he licked his lip as the blood dotted where my teeth had broken the skin.
“Get mad, Halle. At least tell me you fucking care.”
I tried to kick him, the memory of our first meeting flooding through me as he pulled the same move and seemed to know what I planned before I ever tried to kick him in the balls.
“I hate you Parks,” I screamed, and the echo of the shower made it seem even more real.
I hated him. I hated someone.
I hated everything. I felt and it hurt.
“You broke my fucking heart,” I screamed.
He leaned in and whispered into my ear as I tried to catch my breath. The world was closing in around me and the one thing that could stop it was him. He was the thing that stopped it all from hurting and now, I didn’t even have him.
“And here I thought you had no heart to break, rainbow.”
This time he smashed his mouth to mine, blood and all, and I didn’t try to fight it.
I didn’t want to fight it. I wanted to not feel, but I felt, and it wasn’t going away. It wasn’t washing away with the water as he lifted me.
The familiar need for him rushed through me and my body pulsed to life as he thrust into me, hard and furious.
“Admit it. You fucking need me just like I need you,” he growled out between thrusts.
I moaned against the feel of every delicious inch of his cock as he slammed into me angrily.
“Fucking admit, Halle. Admit I’m not alone.”
I gasped. His cock was so hard and hitting me so deep.
“I. Need. You. You. Prick.”
