Page 116 of The Kiss Of Death
“You’re mine, Dalia,” he growled. “I don’t remember a time you weren’t the center of my universe, and I loathed you for it, and now you’re fucking mine.”
His pace became violent, rough, and when I thought I’d collapse, his orgasm exploded in a blast as my pulsing clit demanded more, my insides hurting like hell. I thought sex was a love declaration, but it was more than that. It was everything lying deep inside you—hatred, shame, desire. You were giving your soul to someone.
I tried to catch my breath, and he pulled out of me. I stayed in position, my heart on the verge of exploding. My whole body was sore—I couldn’t move. I’d done it. I’d lost my virginity to him. The first man who had captured my interest. The first boy I ever knew.
Levi wrapped the condom in a piece of paper and tossed it in the trash as I looked down at my thighs. Blood. Blood dripped all around me as I remained bent over.
“Levi.” My voice broke.
I remembered what people at church said. Supposedly, the most precious gift a woman could give was her virginity—as if without it, we were no longer worthy.
I curled myself into a ball. I didn’t know what to do now. The sky thundered again and thrummed into my ears. I snapped my eyes shut, my heart speeding in my chest.It’s not a gunshot, Dalia.I took a deep breath and looked at Levi.
But something had switched inside him. His mask was back on. He seemed distant again. Unemotional. He was readjusting his shirt and watching me almost as if he was….Hating me. Just like the first time he met me. His eyes were narrowed, his head up high.
“Levi,” I called him again.
But he didn’t move. Why wasn’t he helping me out? I couldn’t button up my shirt, so I covered my breasts with my hand. I triedto pull my skirt down, trying to cover myself as much as I could, and I tightened my thighs together for the blood to stop.
He didn’t talk, he didn’t reply, and my heart started to sink. Was it the only thing he wanted? Would he leave me like that? Did I do all of that for nothing? Was I that naive?
I felt vulnerable in a way I’d never felt, and my eyes watered. “Help me.”
Did I mean nothing to him?
A tear fell. The storm hit. His hand curled into a fist.
“I broke you,” his shadow said, deadly and distant.
He did.
If he walked away, he would destroy me.
“Was that part of your plan?”Don’t leave me.
“Of course,” he said.
“And you’re satisfied with yourself?” I whispered.
“Yes.” He prowled toward me and lowered himself on his knee to face me. “You need me.”
“Levi,” I called him again in a shaking whisper.
He encased me within the sanctuary of his arms, effortlessly lifting us both as he cradled me against him. “Now, I need to put the pieces back in.”
“I thought—” I mumbled. “I thought you’d leave me here.”
“You’re mine, Dalia. I’ll never leave you.”
Iescorted Dalia through the shroud of night, her form cradled in my arms where she belonged. I had taken another of her firsts tonight. The rain pattered against the university stone walls, my footsteps echoing hollowly in the empty corridors.
I didn’t want to fuck her to that point, but I’d promised myself I’d take everything of hers so she’d be fully mine.
When I looked upon her, curling into a ball, bleeding, her shirt ripped and her eyes begging, I realized she needed me.She needed me.She called for me. It had sent a bolt to my empty chest.
She needs me.
My brain thought for a second about leaving her there; it was the perfect revenge, the perfect plan—broken and humiliated before launching a bomb at her daddy dearest about how I ruined his daughter and how I now shall ruin him.
