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A green-eyed monster tears at my chest. Did he bind other women like this, too? I always tried to avoid thinking about how many women he fucked after me, but it’s slamming into me more than I like lately. A part of me wants to slaughter any other woman who got to have him while I couldn’t.

Calloused fingers thread through my loose hair and he tilts my head up so I’m staring at his gaze. There’s a light gleam in the usually dark blues. It’s like… he cares. It confuses the hell out of me.

“Be good, Hellion.”

“Or what?” I murmur.

He sighs like he’s annoyed. “Or you’ll make this harder for yourself. I told you that I won’t hold back anymore.”

I’m beginning to see that clearly. This Hawk isn’t the holding back type. This isn’t the boy who always hid a part of himself from me afraid I’ll hate him for it. This is the man who bares everything and dares me to fight him.

How can I fight him when he tore through all my defences? I just hope he won’t shatter my already half-empty heart in the process.

He lifts my head so it’s cradled in his strong hand and nudges the open bottle of water at my mouth.

I clamp my lips shut. Even though my body begs for water, I won’t fall down without a fight. Hawk won’t have his way with me or detox me.

“Drink before I make you,” he scolds as if I’m a kid refusing to eat her vegetables.

I tilt my chin up, still closing my lips.

He sighs again and shoves the bottle into my lips. Droplets of cool water spill on my face, and I’m tempted to lick them.

I don’t.

Hawk holds my nose, cutting off my air. I gasp through my mouth, and he empties half the bottle down my throat. I gurgle and splutter before my brain makes the safest decision to swallow. The cool liquid soothes my scratchy throat, but some of it leak through my nose when he lets me go. My head falls against the pillow with water sticking to my face, neck, and hair.

I cough and stare at him with pure hatred.

He smiles down at me and reaches a hand for my face. I’m tempted to blend with the pillow.

Hawk wipes his thumb along the side of my mouth. The soft gesture knocks the air out of my lungs. I want to close my eyes and soak in his touch. I want to rub against him like a pet.

Don’t stay alone with him.

He’s still smiling when he says, “Good girl.”

Then he turns and leaves. I watch the door for long seconds after he disappeared. My tongue keeps licking my lips, trying to reincarnate what just happened.

No.

I need a way out of here before I forget why I’m protecting him in the first place.