Page 34 of Misted

Fucking kiss me,I scream with my body.

He pushes me away. His fingers untangle from hair and all his heat leaves me cold and abandoned.

Without a word or a mere glance, he steps out of the room.

The door shuts behind him with a loud thwack.

My eyes water, and it takes everything in me not to break down in sobs.

What did I expect anyway?

It was only a deal. Just a one-time thing to save Ink. Hopefully, Hawk will leave me alone now.

I saunter to the bathroom, still feeling Hawk’s torturous touch inside me and on my arse. The image that greets me in the mirror causes me to stop in my tracks. My hair is dishevelled, strands of red poking everywhere. My lipstick is smudged. My robe tangles around my middle.

But that’s not what stops me. It’s the strange glint in my eyes. I don’t remember seeing that before. The feeling of being… alive.

I look royally fucked, but… alive.

Just like I felt all those years ago.