Page 3 of Hell Bound

This was our second fucking date.

No. No, I did not.

“I said I don’t want–”

My statement was cut short by the disappearance of Eric’s head.

Warmth splashed my parted lips, and it made my decision for me.

Which surprised me more? It was definitely the head thing, simply for the gross factor.

I hated blood, mine or anyone else’s.

I was about to make that known with a scream that would likely break the glass of the restaurant we’d just left, but a hand closed around my throat.

Say goodbye to your head, Liliana.

Who—orwhat—ever had relieved my date of his head was about to do the same to me. I struggled to inhale through the tight grip on my throat and tried to get a good look at Eric’s murderer.

Blue eyes glinted with fury and something… otherworldly.

Air snuck through my tightened throat, every breath a wheeze I had to work for. And then I realized there wasn’t any pressure on my windpipe, the large hand serving only as a collar to keep me in place.

It was my panic stealing my breath.

My mouth opened and closed as I tried to speak, to beg this man—if he could be called that, because he was clearly more than that—to spare me.

Nothing came out, but it was like he’d heard me, anyway. A growl rose from his throat and a sneer curled his lips.

His very, very plush, perfect lips.

Even as I struggled to breathe, I couldn’t stop my instinctive appreciation of his face. The cold anger in his eyes was offset by dark brows that matched his inky hair. The locks that refused to fall in line with the rest and fell over his forehead did nothing to soften him.

No, this man wasallhard.

And because something was seriously wrong with me, it was making meallwet.

He stepped in closer, his grip on my throat loosening as he used his body to press me into the wall behind me.

A rigid length pressed into my thigh even as he glared at me darkly enough to terrify me to my very soul.

“You let him touch you.” It was an accusation that he’d already condemned me for.

He was livid, but why?

Roiling apprehension grew alongside a stirring in my chest... and lower.

For the first time I could remember, heat gathered in between my legs in a rush. My flesh was so slick and I could feel the thud of my pulse in my swollen clit.

“I’m sorry.” The rasped words escaped my lips. I hadn’t meant to say them, wasn’t even sure what I should be sorry for. “Please…”

It was a plea, but what was I asking for? For him to let me go… or to pull me closer?

His nostrils flared on an inhale and another deep growl that could only be described as feral rose from his chest.

He leaned in close and ran his nose along the side of my neck, the bare touch against my skin making me shudder against him.

Of its own accord, my knee rose along the side of his leg, feeling the thick muscle beneath the rough fabric of his pants.

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