Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 96404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“I don’t fucking…care… No…”
“Baby…please… If it will help you, I can…” She sucks in a deep breath. “I can do it.”
“No…” I sound pained, enraged, and so fucking frustrated. I wish I could cut off my own damn arm instead of letting her go to that scum.
No one, no fucking one other than me will touch her, not even if I have to die for it.
“You have five seconds left.” Ren’s voice echoes from the speaker. “Four, three…”
“I’ll do it,” Naomi announces with a broken murmur.
“No…” I shake my head. “She…didn’t say that… No…”
“Come to the door, Hitori-san,” Ren says.
Naomi releases a shaky breath that bounces off my sweaty skin. She brushes her warm lips against mine. “You’ll be fine, Sebastian…”
As she starts to get up, I don’t know how I get the superhuman energy to grab her arm. She turns to me at the same time that the light goes on in the room.
I squint before I see her face for the first time in what seems like years, although it’s probably only been a few days.
Her lips are chapped and her cheeks have sunken. Her black hair that’s usually shiny seems dull and lifeless. Dry streaks of tears line her pale cheeks and her eyes are filled with fresh ones.
She looks so broken, so desolate, and I want to kick myself in the balls for not being able to get her out of this place.
“Oh, God,” she whispers as she studies me.
I probably look ten times worse than she does, but I don’t even glance at my wound. If I lose feeling in my arm, it would probably be a good thing under the circumstances. That way, I could have them cut it off and she won’t have to make any sacrifices for my sake.
“The door, Naomi.” Ren’s voice is like nails scratching at the interior of my fucking skull.
She gives me an apologetic look, lips drawing downward, and starts to stand again.
But I tighten my hold on her wrist. “Don’t…fucking…go…”
“I have to so I can save you.”
“Fucking…someone else…is no different…than killing…me, Nao…”
“I don’t care as long as you’re safe.” She mashes her lips to mine, and unlike her other kisses, this one isn’t light and careful. It’s not soothing either.
She goes all the way in, thrusting her tongue inside and kissing me like it’s the last time.
Her hand wraps around my nape and the other sinks in my hair as she gets lost in the kiss. Her tongue twirls with mine and her moans mix with my grunts.
Fuck the pain.
I grab her by the throat, my hold weak as I explore her mouth, kissing her with a desperation that matches hers.
But the spell soon breaks when she pulls away and whispers in my ear, “I’ll pretend it’s you.”
“No…” I moan, the physical and emotional hurt audible in my tone.
“I love you, Sebastian,” she murmurs so low, I can barely hear her.
A tear slides down her cheek and clings to her upper lip as she peels my hand off her and stands up.
The door opens and she heads to it without a glance back.
When it closes behind her, I release a roar that reverberates through the silent room.
The image of her with another man cuts me open like a thousand knives. I can’t stop picturing his hands on her, touching her, worshipping her body. I’m the only one who’s supposed to do that.
The only one who gets to see her. Both physically and emotionally.
Only me.
But what kills me further is the fact that she’s doing this for me.
She’s letting someone else fuck her so she can save me.
For the first time since my parents’ deaths, bitter moisture gathers in the corners of my eyes.
Fuck!
I attempt to sit up. In my mind, I’m running after Naomi and killing every fucker who looks in her direction. In my mind, I’m spilling their blood and kissing her in the midst of it.
I barely move and I’m reared back to the ground as a burn explodes in my shoulder and my lungs suffocate.
Black dots condense in my vision and I gladly surrender to them.
I might as well fucking die now.
Because there’s no way in hell I’ll ever forgive myself for putting Naomi in this position.
9
Naomi
The loud creaking sound of the door closing behind me shakes me to my core.
The courageous façade I put up in front of Sebastian cracks and crumbles all around me.
I lied.
It’s not going to be fine.
It’s going to be anything but fine.
My chin trembles and it takes all of my strength to keep from bawling my eyes out.
I want to get back in there and snuggle into Sebastian’s side. I want to hold his hand and take care of him. It doesn’t matter if we’re locked up or kidnapped or whatever as long as we’re together.
But I saw him.