Page 9 of King of My Heart

“I don’t want you,” I cry out as he inserts another finger. “You betrayed me…fuck…” My moans mix with the anger in my voice, taming it down and forcing it to disappear. Elements have allied together to make me forget that I now hate the man who was once my world.

“Ssh.” It’s Rachel again.

Her lips are on mine the next second, her tongue gently passing my lips and entwining with mine. She pulls away only to wrap her lips around my nipples, one after the other. I’m writhing, my body on fire. It’s electrified by a powerful lightning, twisting my insides with pleasure.

“Relax,” Rachel tells me, her eyes locking with mine. “He’ll make it feel good. Right, Sam?”

“I don’t know if she deserves it.” He slams into me with a strength that brings me close to my undoing.

Forget about the man who betrayed me, here is the one who will bring me to Heaven.

I feel as vulnerable as Ariadne. Abandoned by Theseus on a deserted island, losing all hope just to be rescued by Dionysus on the day of her death. Except Sam is both Theseus and the God saving me. If I was parched my whole life, he was the one who had confiscated the water before quenching my thirst. If I couldn’t see, it would be because he had blinded me before giving me a vision as a godly offering.

He pounds into me repeatedly, my body moving up on the bed while Rachel drops angel-like kisses all over my burning skin. One of my hands tangles with her hair, pulling at it and moaning like I am being paid to do so.

“I’m going to come,” I pant as I feel my body falling over the edge.

“No,” Sam snaps. “You’re going to die.”

“What?” I choke.

He pulls away from me. “Your leg…the blood…”

“What blood?” I sit up suddenly, my vision narrowing. There’s a pool of blood on the sheet. “What’s that?” It’s coming from my leg. It burns.

I look up at Rachel, then Sam. “Did you do this?”

He shakes his head. “I wanted to save you. You didn’t let me.”

“No,” I cry out. “You wanted to bring me back tohim.”

He looks at me with a disappointment I can’t stand. I look away. “I tried to save you. All you had to do was trust me,” he insists.

I can’t hear his voice clearly anymore. My head is underwater. My ears ring despite trying to focus on his words.

“You just had to trust me.” I think I’m reading it on his lips, because there isn’t a sound anymore.

Nothing but quiet.

Stillness.

Death.

Fuck, it hurts. Fuck, fuck, fuck, it hurts like hell.

The room around me starts to come alive. The smell of the hospital is the first thing that hits me. Then it’s the machine beeping. The soft breathing of someone next to me, they’re touching my arm. I can’t open my eyes. Every time I try to, my eyelids feel too heavy. My retinas burn before I can even see a hint of light.

My mouth feels dry, my jaw tight, my cheeks swollen. I struggle to take a breath in. I’m desperate to make a sound, to shout that I’m alive. Impossible. My lungs are burning, my ribs constricting them tightly.

But the worst…shit, the worst is the pain in my right leg. I can feel it in my thigh. A deep burn that makes me want to scream for help.

Someone groans something, and it takes me a few seconds to realize it’s me. I finally manage to move my heavy fingers and make a noise. Straight away, the room comes to life. The presence I feel next to me moves quicker. Their breath is rapid, their movement excited.

Then they leave. Maybe it was Yelena. Maybe she’s here to finish the fucking job.

But then why would she let them put me in the compound’s clinic? Surely, she would have killed me there and kicked me while I was down. Viktor was gone for less than twenty-four hours when she jumped me.

Presence is felt around the room, voices get loud, and I feel more and more conscious. My brows furrow and someone close to me talks.

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