Page 186 of Eternal
A slow smile spread across his lips. “You’re even more stunning in person.”
I smiled back, stepping forward like I was shy, like I was nervous. “And you’re exactly what I expected,” I said smoothly, letting my voice dip, letting the lie sound just right.
His ego loved that, I could see it in the way his shoulders relaxed, the way his fingers brushed the rim of his glass like he had all the time in the world, he poured a second drink and held it out. “For you, Elena.”
Elena.Right.That was who I was tonight.
I took the glass, fingers grazing his as I let my lips part slightly, enough to keep his attention.
“I don’t usually do this,” I murmured, dragging my gaze around the room. “My first time.”
His smirk deepened. “No?”
I shook my head, taking a slow sip. “Yes... This place is… impressive.”It wasn’t.
It was another rich man’s playground. I'm pretty sure he destroyed his daughter’s life and disappeared after making sure she’ll never feel better.
But he's a man, in a man's ruled world, and nothing will happen to him.
“Make yourself comfortable,” he said, gesturing toward the couch. “There’s no rush.”
No rush…Funny.
I lowered myself onto the seat beside him, close enough that his robe brushed against my bare arm. “You don’t seem nervous,” he observed, his eyes heavy on me.
Nervous?I’m excited to kill you.
I tilted my head, smiling a little. “Should I be?”
He chuckled, swirling his drink. “You’d be surprised how many women are.”
Fucking disgusting bastard. It wasn’t nervousness, they were probably terrified, too young, with no real choice.
His arrogance made me sick, but I couldn’t help the twisted thrill it gave me to play along.
Let him believe I was nervous.
I leaned in slightly, letting my fingertips ghost over his chest, tracing the edge of his robe. His breath hitched, barely noticeable, but I caught it, the weakness. He was old, his skin had started to loosen, to sag, like the rest of him.
“Does it make you uncomfortable?” I asked, my voice soft, innocent.
His brow lifted. “What?”
“My age,” I said, fingers still moving, still playing.
His eyes darkened slightly, his smirk stretching. “Not at all.”
See, he deserves death, and I deserve to feel the release when it happens.
I let my nails scrape lightly against his skin, watching his expression, feeling the way he looked at me. The way he thought he owned me for the night, he had no idea, his hands slid to my waist, pulling me closer, guiding me onto his lap. “Come on, let me take care of you.”
I didn’t resist, why would I? My body was never mine to begin with.
Not when I was a child, not when I was a teenager, not during my early adult years. I don’t remember the last time I tried to protect it from unwanted hands, when the man who's supposed to be your protector abuses you for years, nothing hurts anymore.
My body had become a tool, it’s almost sad to understand how bad it fucked me up.
His hands roamed lower, his lips grazed my neck, still, I felt nothing.
