Page 44 of Tortured Soul
“You’re done fighting? Be a good girl and spread those legs for me.”
I frowned, jumping to the side as he took a step forward. Why was he not deterred? Why was he not aiming for a fight instead of a fuck? Why…Why was…
I stumbled, my vision blurring.Come on.
He took another step and I slashed my hand forward, scratching his face, leaving four deep streaks. He halted and his hand reached for the wounds, coating his fingers with more dark blood. As he stared at it, his smile grew more sinister.
“That’s how you want to do it, then? Fine by me.”
“Step back!” I yelled, my voice raw, weak. “Don’tfuckingtouch me.”
But he wasn’t listening. Slowly stepping toward me. My retreat was wobbly. He knew. He fuckingknewI was too weak to fight him off. He knew I couldn’t run away.
One week. That was how long I’d been able to last here without any incident. One fucking week.
Pathetic, the old voice in my head said.Look what you’ve traded your life for.
“Stop. Please,” I sobbed, taking another stumbling step backward. “I don’t—no. I don’t want to.”
My pleas went unheard and my back collided with another wall.
My attacker's eyes widened. His face paled. The wall groaned in irritation.
Slowly, I turned my face.
“Look dude, it’s not what it looks like,” my attacker said, lifting his hands up in surrender. “We were just messing around.”
My eyes met a straining bicep. A gray T-shirt.
“I’m—I was not—”
Squared jaw. Faint stubbled. Angry blue eyes. Blond, messy hair.
Carter wasn’t looking at me and not moving. His arms were tensed at his sides, hands turned to fist, eyes stormy on the wounded demon. My eyes snapped back to my attacker just as he exploded into ashes. Dark flecks flying around, dispersing in the burning wind.
I blinked, unable to breathe. Unable to move. A blurry, masculine form was standing in his place. His aura confusing but so familiar in the weirdest way.
The last thing I saw before my vision went dark and my legs stopped supporting my weight, were two mismatched eyes.
“Fuck, blondie…Why do you smell like this?...Fucking do something Carter…”
“I’m not touching her.”
“…asshole…can’t leave her here…”
“If you do this I’m out…no…fucking Succubus…she’s nothing…”
“…don’t care…leave if you want…”
“…made your choice, then…”
Footsteps were retreating. I was lifted from the ground, plastered against a chest. A sigh escaped my lips.
“Hold on, blondie.”
Everything sounded like an echo around me.
I opened my mouth to talk, but no sound came out. Then, wind whipped at my face, and a cold darkness surrounded me.
