Page 101 of Crave
“What the fuck was that, Angel?What did he do to you?”
My lips parted, but no words came.
I could still feel Silas. The heat of his thigh between my legs, the punishing grip of his hands. The way he dragged me over him until pleasure and ruin blurred into one.
And I’d let him.
My body responding in ways that both sickened and filled me with desire. Shame slithered through me, wrapping tight around my ribs to steal my breath.
I wanted it.
Even as I fought, even as I said no—my body craved him. His hands, his cruelty…his cock. I swallowed hard, my own desire still roaring inside me.
I needed it eased, anyway I could. I just wanted this torture to be over.
“Angel.”
Gabe looked at me like I was something he could put back together. Like I wasn’t already shattered.
“Talk to me,” he pleaded.
I shook my head.I couldn’t.
I didn’t have words for the filth coating my skin, for the way my thighs still clenched like they missed Silas’s grip.
For the way I ached.
I just wanted it gone.
I wanted it erased.
I stared at Gabe, at the warmth in his golden-brown eyes, the softness of his hands as he reached for me. I looked down tothose long fingers and the way he touched me so tenderly, the total opposite to his brother.
He wasn’t like Silas.
He wasn’t cruel.
He wasn’t a monster.
And that was the problem.
My mind drifted to Penn, to the way he barely had enough courage to hold my hand in public, even after a year of dating me. Even then when he did clutch my fingers it was only because his friends laughed and made fun of him.
But I wanted something else now.
Something darker.
Somethingworse.
I was ruined because of it.
But maybe…maybe if I focused on Gabe I’d get rid of it. Maybe if I clung to him like a life raft I could somehow wash some of this darkness away?
I lifted my gaze, then stepped closer, reaching for him before I stopped myself.
Gabe sucked in a sharp breath as my hands curled into his shirt. “Angel?—”
I rose up on my feet, the warmth of his body against the coldness of mine was so entrancing.
