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The VIP restroom is small but quiet and empty, the music from the club muted behind the door. In the flickering candlelight illuminating the space, I splash water on my face, trying to calm myself, but it doesn’t help.
That’s when the door swings open, and Dimitri walks in.
My stomach twists and I whirl.
Fuck.
“Dimitri, get out,” I say, my voice sharp.
He doesn’t listen. He steps closer, his eyes glazed with alcohol and something dark and dangerous. “Come on, Freya. Don’t be like that. You know I’d be good for you.”
He reaches for me again, and this time, there’s nowhere for me to go. I’m backed up against the sink, my heart racing as panic surges through me.
“I saidno,” I snap, pushing him away. He doesn’t stop.
“Let me make you feel good, Freya,” he groans, pinning me to the sink. His hands slide over my hip, and then one starts to push lower.
And lower.
Dimitri grabs for the hem of my short dress, trying to pull it up.
A million horrible memories come rushing to the surface. I go stiff and almost catatonic, my eyes looking through him, my mind leaving my body.
Going somewhere else. Shutting down. Pretending this isn’t happening.
I’m barely breathing as Dimitri lowers his mouth to my neck, kissing my skin with wet, sloppy kisses that have the bile rearing up in my stomach as my world turns black.
Then the bathroom door slams open with a force that shakes the walls. And out of nowhere,Malappears.
Everything happens lightning fast after that. Mal grabs Dimitri by the collar, ripping him away from me and slamming him against the wall so hard I hear the breath leave Dimitri’s lungs. There’s a fury in Mal’s eyes unlike anything I’ve seen before as his fists connect with Dimitri’s face over and over, the sound of bone meeting flesh echoing through the small room.
I stand there, frozen, as Mal tears into Dimitri like a force of nature. He beats him to a bloody pulp, and thenkeeps going. It’s only then that I realize that Mal doesn’t just want to hurt this man.
He wants to kill him.
“Mal,” I finally manage to choke out, my voice trembling.
He still doesn’t stop. He keeps hitting Dimitri until the light goes out of his eyes and his consciousness fades, slumping to the floor like a broken ragdoll.
Mal goes to hit him again, but I grab his wrist.
It’s only then that he snaps out of it, stepping back and breathing heavily, his hands covered in blood.
He turns toward me, his sharp eyes locking on mine. The intensity in his gaze sends a chill down my spine, but it’s not fear that grips me.
Without a word, Mal crosses the room, yanks me against his chest, lifts my chin, and brands my lips with his in the single most punishing, brutal, and all-consuming kiss of my life.
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Everythingin my world narrows to the feeling of Freya beneath me, her lips soft yet demanding.
I don’t know how to stop.
I don’t know that I’d want to if Icould.
My hands tangle possessively in her hair, pulling just enough to make her gasp against my mouth, and the sound sends a shockwave through my body.
