Page 14 of Sweet Temptation

His feet pound through my room as he makes his way to my bed. My body stills as I feel him sit beside me. "Hanna," he whispers softly, his ugly, ragged breath brushing against my skin. I keep my eyes closed as I listen to the words coming out of his mouth.

His hands skim across my bare thigh, causing my eyes to snap open. "Where were you all night?" he rambles as his hand grazes my leg. Vomit rises up my throat at the sight of him touching my skin.

Shivering with disgust, I stare at him. "I went with my friend," I respond with bitterness in my tone. Bitterness he deserves, but I never use.

His smile deepens as he slides his hand between my thighs. "He can't love you the way I do," he whispers next to my ear.

Love me? If this is love, then I don't want it.

I close my eyes, retracing the last five minutes in my head. "You can't be in here, I'm naked," I mutter. His smile turns to a smirk as his fingers travel closer to my pussy. Shivering, I scramble away from him with the blankets wrapped around my tiny body. Brayden's large hands wrap around my legs as he shreds the blanket from my body, leaving me completely naked before him.

"Absolutely stunning," he breathes, making me choke on vomit. He drags me to him before he unzips his pants and pulls out his ugly dick. I don't stop the tears that stream down my face as I try to get away from his grip. Before I can bring my hand up and slap him, he grips my wrists, wrapping them in duct tape so I can't release them.

I continue to cry as I watch him before my naked body. "You'll love this, darling." He smiles at me before he pushes himself inside me.

Stop. But the words don't break free from my mind. I break into tears as the pain shoots up my leg and rests on my hips. Quickly grabbing my tiny hips, he pounds into me, groaning as he slams into me again and again. The tears stain my cheeks as I continue to cry, unable to move from fear and restraint.

I can't move; I can't scream. All I can do is lay here and cry, hoping he'll stop. Hoping the pain all over my face will make him show some human emotion and stop, but it doesn't. He doesn't.

Hiccupping, I continue to sob until he pulls himself from me and zips up his jeans. "I'll see you downstairs for dinner, sis." He smiles, the remark clearly a jab at me. Removing the tape, he exits my bedroom in one swift movement.

I wrap my arms around my legs and continue to sob into my knees. How could he do this to me? How could anyone do this to a person. Blood pools between my legs from the force of what he put me through.

Scrambling off my bed, I lock the door and grab my phone from my bags, hiccupping sobs as I dial Damon's number.

"Hanna," he answers. I break into another sob as my name rolls off his tongue.

"I-I n-need y-you… I-I…" I manage to get a few words out as the tears continue to fall. I don't know why he was the first person to come to mind after this happened, but he was. I shouldn't feel safe with him, and I definitely don't trust him, but if anyone can get me out of this house without being harmed by my stepbrother, it's him.

"I'm on my way," is all I hear before the line goes dead. Crying into my knees, I sit with my back against the wall as I patiently wait for the one person I need. I need him for sure, but I still don't trust him. Not without knowing his background. Not without knowing why his mother treats him like dirt.

Tears stain my cheeks as I sit there, shocked and broken. I feel a part of me break inside as I sit naked on the floor, blood pooling between my thighs. Grabbing my knife from my bag, I slide it into my arm, letting it bleed. I continue to cry as I cut into my arms deeper and deeper, watching the blood run from my arms.

Maybe I'm better off dead. After everything I've been put through, this takes the cake. And I'm ready for this life to just end. For everything to be over.

A loud bang breaks me out of my thoughts as someone rushes up the stairs. I cry softly again as I hear Damon's voice come through the door. "Hanna! I'm here. I'm here." I don't even hear his voice as the blood rushes from my arms to the hardwood floor. "Hanna." I hear his voice again, but it's more distant as my eyelids fold over.

Death is coming. And I welcome it with open arms.

Another loud bang sounds right beside my head as my eyes continue to close. "Hanna! No! Hanna!" I hear his voice, but I can't reach out to him. I can't hear much of anything anymore. "Damien! Fuck! Call an ambulance," he screams. Before I know what's happening, something soft is wrapped around my body and I'm lifted and carried from the scene.

Everything goes black. I don't want to feel anymore. Every time I feel, something bad happens to me that I can't control. The last thought that rests on my mind before everything is silent is… Damon.

He showed up. He tried to save me. But death is coming, and I'm fully ready to accept my fate.

EIGHT

I read it all wrong; I completely missed everything about her until now. She makes me feel, and I don't just want that feeling to vanish. Sure, my lifestyle can get her killed—everything about my life and my background can get her killed.

My thoughts are interrupted as my cell phone rings on my lap. Quickly, I set down my pencil and shove my assignment to the side. "Hanna."

Her erupted tears are enough to tell me something is terribly wrong. "I-I n-need y-you… I-I…" she manages to say into the phone.

Those words send my mind spinning into a catastrophic tidal wave of emotions I haven't felt in years. "I'm on my way," I quickly tell her, hanging up and dashing from my bedroom.

"Damien!" I scream into the hall. My brother comes barrelling out of his bedroom and stops in front of me. The look in his eye is wild.

I know he'll have my back, even if he doesn't agree with my decisions. "We need to go. Hanna needs me," I manage to say as my feet carry me down the stairs to the front door. Ace looks up from the TV, straight at me. "It's Hanna." Dashing out of the house, I unlock my car and slide into the passenger seat, throwing Damien my keys.