Page 43 of Meet Me in the Vines
His lips are on mine before I can register the pain. “Open your mouth,” he growls, and I comply.
What did you do, Audrey?
His tongue assaults my mouth. Swirling around with traces of cognac on my taste buds. Spicy cologne and alcohol sting my nostrils. He grips my wrists tighter above my head, grinding his hard length on top of me. I grunt and struggle as he puts his entire body weight over mine.
“What are you thinking about right now, little bird?” he growls.
Donovan’s face flashes into my mind. Kellan looks at me with curiosity, and I try my best to lie.
“You. I’m thinking about you,” I murmur, doing my best to sell him on my act.
His smile is sinister, making my insides twist in fear. Panic beats down the door to my chest. I try to keep my breathing as even as possible.
“Are you lying to me?” he asks deviously. I feel the heat spreading down my neck to my lungs. The pulse in my throat beats rapidly.
“No,” I reply, looking straight into his whiskey eyes, praying he buys it.
Please, please don’t hurt me.
His smile disappears and the face staring back at me is pure evil. It’s an empty shell of a man who is no longer in there. All that’s left is rage and revenge. It turns my blood ice cold.
“You’re afuckingliar, aren’t you?” he sneers, gripping my cheeks between his large, calloused hand. A low groan vibrates in his chest as he tightens his grip, biting down on my bottom lip as I wince.
Our kiss breaks, and I taste iron and metal.
“You sure you’re not thinking aboutDonovan, little bird?” he hisses in my ear. My eyes widen in fear at the sound of Donovan’s name coming out of Kellan’s mouth.
Stay calm, Audrey.
I wrap my legs tighter around Kellan’s waist and confidently look into his eyes.
“Donovan, who? He means nothing,” I softly whisper.
Donovan who? Donovan King, my everything.
He applies unbearable pressure on my hips, giving me no control. The tip of his nose traces along my jaw, down to my neck. He trails his lips back up to my ear.
“Do you think I’m fucking stupid, Audrey?” he seethes, his teeth nipping my earlobe. I try to flinch away, but he squeezes my wrists harder, putting me in my place.
“Did you think you could hide that little love letter to yourpreciousDonovan?”
Fuck.
He knew. He knew I was hiding something the minute he came into my office on the day I wrote it. My reaction to him barging in must have piqued his interest. Why didn’t I burn that fucking letter like I had intended? Goddamn it.
“That meant nothing, Kellan. I’m yours. Take me, please,” I plead, needing to do anything to get his mind off of Donovan. His pupils grow larger, his eyes almost black. He lifts his face up further from mine, tilting his head.
“You fucked him, didn’t you?” he grins devilishly, striking an ungodly fear in the deepest parts of my soul.
“No!” I bark, squirming beneath him.
“I bet you’re wet right now, huh? Thinking about Donovan. Let’s see,” he drawls, holding my wrists with one hand and sliding the other down toward my skirt.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to shut Donovan out of my mind. But all I see is his beautiful face. His charming grin. I hear his laugh. I feel his warmth. I taste his kiss.
God damn it, Donovan.
I twist my hips around, trying to keep Kellan’s hands from getting underneath my skirt. I fail, and he succeeds.
