Page 126 of Cursed to Be Mine
Sobs clawing up my throat in silent agony, I kiss her on the forehead. “I’m sorry,kira.”
When I step back, my face is expressionless, thereaper mask a part of me.
“Make it a good punch,” Antonio coos. “I want to see her bleed.”
Locking down my rage and pain, I step into the calm she needs me to enter.
She looks at me, her chin raised, her lips not wobbling at all. Her eyes are strong and defiant. She’s a survivor.
Pride and respect fill my chest, but with them comes the opening dam of the other emotions. The crippling pain that freezes me. The unfathomable sorrow that makes me tremble.I can’t do this.
I need to at least try to kill Antonio before he changes. Maybe when he bends down to take off his pants, I will get a second to attack.
If I already had a weapon in my hands, I might be able to use that second to make a killing blow. But instead, I’ll spend it on drawing one out of my shadow. I am fast, but a werewolf’s speed is unmatched, and this particular wolf is hyped up on baby juice.
Tears burning my eyes, I know the only chance I have of protecting Scarlett is by playing the fucker’s game.
“I love you,” she says. “Now hit me so we can live long enough to kill this fucker.”
Holding her gaze, taking the strength she’s giving me, I rear back with my left hand and hit her on a scream.
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Pain explodes in my jaw, snapping my head sideways. Blood seeps from a busted lip, spraying across the wall in little specks as I instinctively close my eyes. My teeth throb, but a quick check with my tongue tells me none have come loose.
“Good,” Antonio says, a breathiness to his voice that makes me want to vomit.
Opening my eyes, I turn to face Khalid. His eyes are wild and raw, his skin flushing red as he struggles to control the magic killing him. I can feel its jagged teeth through our bond, feel the darkness of its flames.
“I’m okay,” I say, holding his gaze, letting him search the truth in mine.I’m okay.As long as we survive and kill this bastard later, I’ll be okay. As long as Khalid is with me. I can’t lose him.
Iwon’tlose him to this fucking bastard.
“Again,” Antonio demands, the word followed by the sound of his zipper.
I shudder but lift my chin, my focus only on Khalid,on keeping him from doing something stupid. “Eyes on me,” I murmur.
So much pain and conflict wet his eyes, his muscles tense with a need to lash out. He’s nearly vibrating as he’s standing there, staring at me, trying so hard to do what I want him to.
As our gazes hold with a strength that’s stronger than the both of us currently are, I finally understand the full meaning ofkira.
He will suffer through this much paralyzing agony forme.
Because I asked him to.
Tears burning my eyes, I fight them down so he does not see them. “Hit me,” I command, and I can hear his heart cracking as he pulls back his fist and swings.
My head jerks to the side again, and I close my eyes to fight back the tears.
A broken sound comes from him.
A moan comes from Antonio.
Opening my eyes, I look at my love. “I’m okay,” I assure him, still the honest truth.
“Take off your shirt, Scarlett,” Antonio orders as his hand moves beneath the desk. I don’t look at him, but I don’t need to to know he’s got his cock gripped tight. I can hear the sick pleasure in his voice. “I want to see your tits jiggle when he hits you in the stomach.”
