escaped me but I bit it back hard.
"Fox," I hissed, trying to deny the heat in my body that was all hate and lust and fucking rage. I was wound so tight and so worked up that I was pretty sure I'd come all over his cock the second he pushed it into me, but I refused to give in to that desire.
"Yeah, hummingbird?" He swept my hair off of my face so that I could see him better as I looked back over my shoulder at him and his fist tightened in it just enough to let me know how rough he liked it.
"Get your fucking hands off of me and untie me right now," I growled, forcing aside any and all desire in my body with all the grit and determination I had. Because this wasn't why I'd come back here and I wasn't about to let him call the fucking shots on me.
Fox groaned like I was seriously testing his patience then stepped away from me, heading over to the kitchen and grabbing a knife. He slit through the ropes holding me, releasing my ankles first then my wrists and I whirled on him, punching him in the jaw the moment I could.
He was on me in a heartbeat, upending me and throwing me down on the dining table on my back before moving on top of me and forcing his hips between my thighs.
His green eyes darkened to pitch and I knew I was looking at the man everyone in this town feared as he glared down at me, the knife still in his hand and my heart jackhammering in my chest as he raised it.
"You think you really hate me that much?" he taunted, finding my hand and pushing the knife he held into my grip. I watched him in fear as he turned the blade in our combined grip and pressed it against his throat before removing his hand and just staring down at me. "So do it, then. Take your vengeance and rid the world of a monster while you're at it. My heart only beats for you anyway so if you want to carve it from my chest then you can. It's yours whatever way you want it."
I gritted my teeth and glared at him, my mind racing over every single reason I'd had to love this man once and realising they'd become the motivation for my hatred instead. He'd promised me the world and then taken it away again oh so fucking easily.
“Please don't do this," I begged, looking between all of them.
Fox was like a statue, cold and distant, his mind made up, the decision already dealt with.
I actually felt my heart shattering as I looked into his eyes and found nothing of the boy I’d loved there anymore. Just a Harlequin through and through who was done with me now.
The memories threatened to drown me and the ache in my fractured heart sharpened to a blinding pain. I'd let these boys get close enough to break me once before and I was never going to make that mistake again.
I exerted pressure on the blade, forcing Fox to lift his chin as a bloody line appeared on his throat and I swear his cock bulged even more keenly between my thighs.
But as I tried to force myself to push forward, to end this eternal suffering and take payment for everything they'd stolen from me, I found myself immobilised by all the reasons I'd once had to love them. It was just an echo of a thousand memories now, but it was the foundations of who I was. Who I had been. And no matter how much I hated the man above me, I knew a small, stubborn, foolish part of me would always love the boy he'd once been.
I pulled back and dropped the knife so that it fell off of the table, releasing a shaky breath as I accepted my own limitations where it came to hurting him.
"We're like the tide and the shore, hummingbird," Fox said in a low voice, leaning down to brush the words against my lips. "No matter how far the tide retreats, it can never stop itself from coming back for more."
He moved forward like he was going to try and kiss me again but I got the horrible feeling that I might let him if he did, so I twisted aside, scrambled out from beneath him and hopped down off of the table.
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