Forbidden (Blood Ties #7)

The cuts were so fine. Razor fine.

I jerked my gaze to her closed eyes. She’d cut herself. There was no other reason for that. I returned my eyes to the thin, straight line. With a razor, no doubt. I lifted my gaze to her dress, hugging the outline of her body. A dress she’d worn for him.

Jealousy tore through me.

I was jealous of that man I didn’t know. Of that…Michael DiAngelo.

He didn’t deserve a woman like her. Her scars called me. Ruined. Tortured. I reached out, brushing her crumpled dress higher until the tops of her panties were exposed. Then without thinking, I grabbed the gathered dress, yanked it up with one hand, and lifted her thigh with the other, tearing it until I slid it over her breasts, before I tossed it.

Her body was savaged.

I searched for the injuries sustained in the accident but they were minor, a scrape, the redness that’d no doubt become a bruise. It seemed her concussion had been the worst of it. But it was her previous wounds which held me transfixed. A deep, freshly healed wound on her side that was more savage than a razor could leave behind. Then another scar under that. The neat hole was one I knew all too well…a bullet.

I stared at them as the floor seemed to drop out from under me.

This was no woman.

This was…fate.

THREE

Helene

Cold plunged deep inside,unleashing a trail of goosebumps that raced down my spine.

“Don’t fight it,” a command followed.“You don’t want to tear this beautiful cunt apart now, do you?”

That icy sensation pushed wider and wider and wider until a ratcheting sound came.

“So…fucking ruined.” His voice sharpened in my ear. “Unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.”

A voice I knew.

A voice I feared.

My lids fluttered open.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, Helene Montgomery. Can’t seem to get you out of my head,” he murmured. “And that is averydangerous place to be.”

Pressure came between my legs. Cold pushed in…cold where there shouldn’t be any.

“You shouldn’t have stepped out in front of my car. Shouldn’t have…let me see you.”

Wake up now, Helene…wake all the fuck up!That faint voice in my head grew louder.

I sucked in a breath, fighting that blanket of emptiness that weighed me down.

Thick strands of russet brown hair were all I saw. His head was bent. Warmth licked my nipple, drawing it in sharply. A pinch followed, tearing a moan from the back of my throat. It wasn’t until he moved that I understood.

He was fucking me.

No…he was…

He froze, released my peak from his mouth, and slowly lifted his head. “No one knows you’re here, only me.”

Terror roared to the surface. I bucked, yanking the binding around my ankles, desperately driving my hips into the air. But my thighs were splayed wide and something was wedged inside me. Something he pushed in deep, gaping me open even more.I inhaled a breath and parted my lips to scream.

He moved fast, smothering the sound with his hand. “You want to scream?” Those cruel eyes bored into mine. “Go ahead. I like the sound muffled against my hand.”