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The feelings I had—no have—for him.
“Now,” he loosens his painfully tight grip on my hair, “do you think you can refrain from doing anything reckless so I can take us home?”
I silently nod my head in agreement.
“Behave, and we can talk about this later,” Samuel puts the car into drive and slips his hand along my thigh. He slides it high enough that my dress is resting along my hips. An hour ago, his touch would’ve been warm and comforting. Now, it’s like an icy talon burning his evil through my skin.
It takes every bit of self-restraint to keep from pushing him away during the ten minutes it takes to get to his estate. Not saying anything, on the other hand, is simple because I suddenly feel like I’m sitting beside a stranger.
A dark, murderous stranger.
My heart pounds as we pull through the iron gates, and my stomach drops when I see them close behind us in the side view mirror.
With Samuel’s eyes fixated on the winding drive before us, I try to discreetly slip my heels from my feet. Both are resting beneath me when Samuel pulls to a stop at the front steps.
I undo my seatbelt when he grabs for his door handle but resist the urge to open mine. Samuel always gets my door. I won’t make it two feet if he realizes what’s happening.
Sliding from the driver’s seat and climbing out of the door, I take my chance as his back is to me. Gripping the handle, I throw open the door and spring from the car. Not thinking about how I’m going to actually get through it, I run toward the gate.
“You’re being reckless, Cora,” Samuel calls after me. The playfulness of his tone is absolutely terrifying, and I fight the need to turn back enough to see whether his face mirrors his enjoyment.
My bare feet scrape across the cobblestone drive as I continue sprinting toward the exit—to safety.
“Fuck, Cora!” Samuel yells. “Don’t make me fucking do this.” His voice is loud, angry, labored.
And so fucking close.
He hits me from behind, with every bit of force expected from a former NFL offensive tackle. His upper body plows into my thighs, and I crumble to the ground. I hit it with such force that it knocks the wind from my lungs. Startled and breathless, I’m helpless as he climbs on top of me.
His massive body is a giant weight on my back, pinning me to the hard bricks beneath me and forbidding me from drawing in the deep breath of air my body so desperately craves.
This is how it ends for me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
SAMUEL
“What did you go and do?” I press my weight into her back as I breathe the angered words against her ear, “You know you shouldn’t have done that.”
“Samuel,” she grunts my name painfully.
Snaking my arm beneath her, I slide it under her chin and around her until her delicate neck is resting snuggly in the crook of my elbow.
“I was good to you, Cora.” I squeeze my arm enough to force her face toward me. “I was so fucking good to you.”
Her hands grip my forearm, her nails digging into my skin as she tries to free herself from my hold as I pour my heart into her ear. “I spoiled you. Gave you everything you wanted. I was fucking kind and generous. I gave you parts of me that I’ve never given anyone.”
Fucking ungrateful.
“If this is how you’re going to treat me, maybe I was too fucking good to you. Maybe you need to see the part of me I haven’t shown you yet.”
The fingers clawing at my skin begin to slow and become softer as Cora begins to run out of oxygen. I loosen my grip to allow her to take a breath so she remains conscious. I place a kiss against her ear before whispering, “No, love. I want you awake, so you can see how fucking good I’ve been to you.”
Reaching between us with my free hand, I undo my belt and lower my zipper. My cock—hard from the moment I pinned her to the ground—springs free, and I give it a few teasing strokes before lifting Cora’s dress.
My finger slides along the crack of her ass, and I use it to hook her thong. Stroking against her asshole, she jerks her body and tries to pull away from my touch. I pull the thong from between her cheeks, and I yank it to the side and press my tip into her cunt. It’s fucking tighter than hell as she clenches hard, trying to keep me from entering her.
“Fuck,” I grunt against the back of her neck as I press myself inside of her. “Squeeze my fucking cock. You’re so fucking tight, it’s like fucking a virgin cunt.”
