Haunting-Adeline

stumble away from him and towards exactly where he wants me to be.
When I’m a foot away, he grabs me and slams me into the wall, pressing
the en re length of his body against mine. Before I can take another
breath, his hand is once more encircling my throat, and his mouth is on
mine.
Just like he said, I let him consume me. Tears burn the back of my eyes as
his mouth tears my lips apart, feas ng on my tongue without permission.
I can’t do this.
I can’t fucking let him do this to me.
Ripping my mouth away, I push him back, but he doesn’t move a fucking
inch.
“Stop!” I snap, struggling against him. “I’m not le ng you do this. You
just murdered dangerous people, Zade—which means they have
dangerous friends. It's like Max all over again. You’re a monster.”
The hand s ll wrapped around my throat ghtens before he thumps my
head against the wall, ceasing my struggles.
“And you’re the sweet li le angel that I’m going to drag down to hell
with me,” he rasps, his voice deep and husky as he whispers his omen into
my ear.
“I hate you,” I spit, glaring with all the disgust I can muster in my body.
He just won't fucking listen.
He only smiles, the gesture mocking. “And I will never let you fuck me
again, Zade.” I’m not ashamed by the way my voice wobbles. Let him hear
how serious I am. It’s not fear making my tone erra c, it’s the animosity
bleeding out from my soul.
He presses deeper into me, a snarl forming on his face. He looks vicious
and en cing all in the same breath, like the handsome devil si ng on a
throne of bones.
“Are you willing to bet your life?” he asks, his smooth voice a stark
contrast to mine. He grinds his pelvis against me, the hard, thick length of
him digging into my stomach.
When I don’t answer, he smiles. “I think my li le mouse is a liar,” he
growls the last word into my ear, sending violent tremors throughout my
body.
His mouth caresses my cheek, the so flesh of his lips ska ng lightly
towards my lips. His mouth skims against mine, elici ng electric shivers