Series: Sean Moriarty
Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
My eyes strain, but I can’t see shit.
It’s hopeless. I know it’s fucking hopeless, but I can’t die without fighting.
I have to at least attempt to save myself.
Swallowing back a cry, I make a run for it. In one fucking heel.
But it’s worse than trying to run in two of them.
I’m even slower and hurting myself with every step. Hobbling like an injured animal.
I make it maybe six or seven feet before I sense him directly behind me.
“Where are you running to, angel?” he breathes heavily as he grabs me. “Heaven is in the other direction.”
“No!” I shout as he grabs me by the hips and tries to throw me up against the wall.
Some innate, feral desire to survive taking over me, I do my best to fight him off.
Kicking, hitting, and thrashing, I’m a creature of pure, wild instinct as he struggles to trap me.
I get at least two good hits in before he gets a firm grip on both of my wrists and crushes me with his weight, flattening me against the brick.
Ribs compressed, I can barely move or breathe.
But I refuse to go out like this.
Overpowered by a man.
Again.
When bucking my hips and jamming my knees into his legs doesn’t budge him, I resort to biting whatever is closest to my mouth.
“Fuck!” he grunts as I desperately try to cut my teeth through the fabric of his shirt.
Releasing one of my wrists, he grabs me by the hair and tries to pull me off his shoulder.
But all he does is pull off my wig.
Tossing the wig away in disgust, he grabs my hair, fists it, and yanks my head back on my neck. “Would you stop that!”
“Let me go!” I shout in his face.
“No,” he growls right back.
Tears filling my eyes as they adjust to the dark, I stare up at him.
Stare at his stupidly handsome face.
Knowing deep down inside that’s why I find him so frightening.
Not because he hurts and kills people…
But because I’m attracted to him.
Somehow attracted to that dark thing inside him he’s barely keeping contained.
The dark thing I see lurking in his eyes every time I peer into them.
It’s fucking ridiculous.
It makes no sense.
I should be completely repulsed by him. The fucker had a hand in killing my father and destroying my life.
But the moment I saw his face at my uncle’s, I felt this indescribable draw, this indescribable pull.
Through a stupid picture, no less.
And even now, with him about to kill me, I feel it.
The spark inside me I thought was dead is alive and well.
Buzzing with heat.
I’m about to fucking die and a part of me is excited.
It pisses me off so bad I do the only thing I can do with one hand free.
I slap him across his face.
I slap him so hard his head jerks to the side.
Palm stinging, I pull my arm back, ready to do it again.
Ready to slap all the handsome off.
But he’s quicker.
Letting go of my hair, he grabs my wrist mid-swing and slams it into the brick.
Pain vibrating up and down my arm, I cry out.
“Goddammit,” he snarls, his expression full of rage. “Would you stop? I don’t want to hurt you.”
Not believing him for one second, I shake my head back and forth and buck my hips into his. Attempting to shove him away. “No! Let me go!”
Thrusting his hips back, he grinds my ass into the wall. “What part of no do you not understand?”
“What part of let me go do you not understand!” I snap right back.
And then I finally notice it.
Notice that something hard is poking me in the stomach…
Oh god. Is he turned on right now?
He can’t be…
It has to be a gun or something.
But I freeze up nevertheless.
Breathing heavy, his body stiff against mine, Jude just stares at me while I try to convince myself I’m not feeling what I’m feeling.
“Are you done now?” he asks after a few heartbeats.
Done? How could I be done?
How could I just give up and accept my death?
But I don’t know how to fight him.
Not when he’s bigger and stronger, and easily taking what little I can throw at him.
Helplessness, anger, and frustration swelling up inside me, creating a noxious mix of emotions, I burst into tears.
Jude stiffens, his entire body practically vibrating with tension.
And I wonder if my stupid tears are what do me in.
Releasing one of my wrists, he touches my cheek and smears some of my tears on his fingertips.
Then he touches them to his lips. “I’ve never made an angel cry before… To be honest, I kind of detest it.”
His frown deepening, he drops his hand and looks thoughtful.
Looks so thoughtful for so long, I start to squirm, wondering what’s going on in his head.
Like a predator noticing prey, his attention instantly zeroes back in on me.
He leans in close. So close I’m convinced he’s about to kiss me.