Page 361 of Sin With Me

“No!” she screams. “No more, Roman. No more. No more. No more.”

Her voice cracks, the sound so devastating that I find the strength inside myself to stop….not for me, not for him, but for her.

She wraps her arms around me and I cling to her, breaking harder than I’ve ever broken before. I bury my face in her throat, inhaling her sweet scent. Eve whimpers, wrapping her body around mine like she’s trying to keep me down, keep me from going back for more, keep me from really killing him.

Or maybe, maybe she’s just trying to keep me together.

Heaving sobs wrack my body, my demons, his demons, spilling from places inside me I never even knew existed. Darkness pours from me with every tear, with every choked sob, with every shaking breath and all the while, Eve, my love, my Goldie, rocks me like the child I never got to be.

With my face buried in her chest, my soul laid bare and my eyes closed, I never see it coming.

Not until it’s too late.

Eve screams and pushes me away so hard, my back hits the floor. She shoves to her feet and spins just as my gaze lands on Isaac right behind her, a look of pure manic desperation in his black eyes.

“No!” she cries, her hands outstretched as if to protect me, as if to keep me safe when I’m the one who should be protecting her. “You’ll never fucking touch him again!”

And then, she’s shoving him backward with all her might as she releases a scream born from primal terror. Isaac’s eyes widen but he’s too slow, too dizzy and fucked up from my fists to stop her. He trips over the leg of a chair and falls backward, slamming his head on the corner of the kitchen table.

Eve freezes, her breaths sawing in and out of her. I watch, my eyes wide with shock, as I slowly climb to my feet, my body aching, my head swimming. I reach her just as her legs give out.

“Baby,” I whisper, pulling her into my chest. She’s trembling, her eyes locked on Isaac. On where he fell. On the blood slowly pooling around his body. I choke on my next breath and hold her tighter. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I promise it’ll be okay.”

I keep repeating the words, unsure what to do, unsure what to say.

Is he dead?

“Oh my God,” she pants, her head shaking rapidly. “Ro! Oh my God. What did I do? What did I do?”

Is he dead?

Finally dead?

I say nothing, watching, silently begging, fucking praying.

We shuffle closer a step, my arms refusing to release her, my body needing hers to stay upright just as much as she needs mine.

His eyes, once so bright, so happy and convincing, are open.

His eyes, once so dark, so empty and soulless, are staring blankly at the ceiling.

My gaze travels down his body, spotting the crimson now staining his too-white shirt, growing, spreading, like his darkness once spread through me.

I see his chest, his too-still chest, and I wait, clinging to Eve tighter than I ever have before.

One breath, just one breath, that’s all I need to see—to know. But it never comes.

Never comes.

Never comes.

He’s dead.

“Roman,” Eve chokes out, turning in my arms. She looks up at me with wide, pleading eyes, the blue so blue, I lose myself in them. “What have I done?”

One moment.

Just one moment and everything’s changed.

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