Chapter 38
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When I straighten my skis, I hold my breath and try not to close my eyes. I’m not scared there’s an image flashing behind my eyes of my dad dangling me from the top floor window by the scruff of my shirt, Mom screaming at the bottom, begging Dad not to let
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me go. My leg itches at the memory of him the scars covered by in to hide the abuse and forget it ever happened.
I collide with someone trying to catch me, dragging them down into the snow and off to the side so we’re in a ditch.
“Fucking hell, Cole,” Blaise groans. “Watch where you’re going! You were going too damn fast!”
His nose is bleeding. He touches it, and the ruby red has me mesmerized and desperate to feel the warm liquid between my fingers. To reach up and wipe the droplets away, but I stay frozen beneath him.
Because he’s on top of me, pinning me into the snow, and I can feel all of him pressed against me.
A droplet of blood drips onto my cheek. Blaise follows the trail rolling against my skin, his heavy breaths hitting my face.
Blaise tuts. “Why do you always need to fuck things up? You can’t even go skiing without making a mess of shit.”
My eyes darken as I glare, and the force of me throwing my forehead into his face knocks him off me. It takes him half a second to catch his bearings before his fist flies into my cheek. Sometimes I forget the asshole has muscles, because I’m certain my jaw just nearly shattered.
Through the burning of pain, I unclip one of my skis and get to my knees, grabbing the ski and swinging it at his side, knocking him off his skis completely.
“What the fuck!”
I drop the ski and unclip the other, traipsing through the deep snow to grab him by the hair, now on his knees in front of me where he fucking belongs.
The blood on his face is making me hard, my pulse elevating.
Fuck.
Before I can hit him again, he tackles me once more, back into the same position with his hands around my throat, pressing his forehead against mine. “You’re taking this too far.” He forces his forehead harder. “Too fucking far.”
“Then do something about it,” I spit out, my throat closing from his firm grip.
His nose bumps mine, and I freeze all over as he snatches my bottom lip between his teeth, a burning sensation searing as he bites harshly and tugs until it snaps back into place.
Fuck. I’m breathless, and I don’t think it’s because of his hold on my neck. I don’t even register the coldness of the snow surrounding us with the heat growing between my legs, making my cock swell.
I gulp under his grip, and as his head lowers once more, I have an inner war to either headbutt the dickhead or feel his lips on mine.
The fuck?
“Do that again,” I manage to say through the tightness in my throat and I’ll rip your fucking face off.”
Blaise glances down between us, and I know I’m tented. He can probably feel it.
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I can feel him too.
He straightens his arms and squeezes his fingers around my throat off. He in the snow, his legs straddling my hips, as he cuts off my
Tighter. Tighter. And even tighter.
a point that it hurts, but I don’t stop him or try to shove him flow.
I can’t breathe, my vision blurring, his image above me distorting as refuse to beg him to stop, to release my throat. His face is shaking with his rage, his eyes on fire. No one can see the attempted murder with us in a snowy ditch. Icy flakes fall from the sky, coating our thick clothes, and I hear someone yelling in the distance as if their kid just fell and hurt themselves.
“Why?”
I try to blink through the pressure behind my eyes. Why, what? I want to ask, but I can’t talk, the world vignetting around his form as he keeps strangling me.
I’m painfully aware of how rock solid my dick is. He’s full of blood and his large, veiny hands are around my throat, and they’re all I can think about. But then I think about the masked stranger he’s messing with, and even though it’s me, I feel the stab of betrayal in my chest again.
His phone rings, and it’s the only reason he lets go of me. I gasp in as much air as I can, filling my desperate lungs. My body
blood staining his face. automatically curls to the side, and I choke into the snow. He stays straddling me,
“What?” he grits through the phone. “Fine. We’ll meet you at the burger shack.”
Hanging up, he shoves his phone back into one of his pockets. “Allie fell and hurt her leg. Go tend to your needy, cheating girlfriend.”
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