All Chapters of He Hurt Me, But He Needs Me: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

FerraraThe minute her hands touched my chest, I saw the flash of heat in her eyes. The warmth penetrated the fabric of my shirt, and her mouth opened just a little.That was all I needed. Capturing her lips in mine, I kissed her urgently as I backed her into the rock. Just before her head hit the stone, I cradled her head, and it was my knuckles that smacked against the rough surface. I didn't care.My tongue swept in, taking what was mine, and as soon as I tasted the sweetness of her mouth again, my fury grew. How could she be so fucking delicate? So goddamn innocent?How could I crave her this much knowing what she was?Growling, I tore my mouth away and stared down at her. Wet large and hesitant eyes stared up at me, and I was lost in her. "Turn around," I ordered. "I want you pressed up against me."Quietly, she obeyed. As soon as my fingers moved down her soft belly, she shivered and squirmed against me. I could smell her arousal, and my own body tightened in kind.Mine.She was

ViolettaFreedom was one step away. All I had to do was turn and leave. I knew the way to the witches. They could come back and get Ferrara and be prepared for whatever he had in store for them.It probably wouldn't lead to his death."You're not breathing," I snapped as I knelt down by him to check out the trap. I couldn't leave him here. Not even if it was in my favor."Maybe because I was thinking you'd leave me," he said weakly. I glanced at the blood trickling down his leg. It was serious, but he wasn't going to die just yet."I should have," I muttered as I focused on the magic. It wrapped around me, brushed along my skin, tried desperately to claw at me and trap me the way it had trapped Ferrara.I'd lied to him before. I didn't have a way to dispel the trap. I didn't need it. After a moment of touching me, it turned dark and died. Just died and dissipated into nothing.I couldn't tell him that. I knew what it made me. My father knew what it made me, and he'd locked me in the h

Ferrara"Where is Violetta?" I demanded as I looked down at my tea. It was a surreal moment. The small tea parlor had plenty of sun streaming through the windows despite the fact that there were no windows outside.Five minutes ago, I was fighting for Violetta's life. Then, I was here, in a fucking tea parlor, with a dainty little teacup in front of me.Witches. Whatever was in this cup of tea could kill me.Three strangers were in the room with me. A short and rounded older woman with long thinning gray hair set the rest of the cups of tea down and eyed me through thick glasses. A young woman who looked no more than twenty with long red hair and a beautiful smile accepted a cup of tea and sat across from me at the table. In the corner, on the bench where an unconscious Violetta lay, a middle-aged woman with a blonde messy bun and a permanent scowl on her face sat next to her and waved her hands up and down Violetta's body.The maiden, mother, and crone. Were there really only three w

ViolettaThree weeks laterHe was in my room again.Not my room. His room.Our room.The door closed quietly, and I could feel the air shift around him, trying to make room. I was in his bed, the sheets pulled all the way up to my chin. Underneath, I wore a pair of cotton shorts and a T-shirt. Nothing that would seem sexy, nothing that would give him the wrong impression, but clothes didn’t indicate intentions. I could have been bundled up in a parka jacket and snow pants, and he still would sense my needs.My desires.Damn it to hell and back, but it was hard not to want him. Especially here, in the middle of his room, in the middle of his bed. His scent was wrapped all around me, but then, that was the plan.Sleep in his bed. Smell like him. Play the role of the dutiful alpha mate and pretend we hadn’t been circling each other for weeks. Since he found out I was a null.Since he wanted to use me.“If you’re going to fuck me, then come here and fuck me. Otherwise, leave me alone. I’m

ViolettaIt had only been a month, but The Confections bar was a disaster. Chairs had been smashed to bits. The inside and outside walls had graffiti. The liquor wall was completely empty. It broke my heart to see her like this. She’d been my prison. My chance at an identity. My torment.Now she was just mine, and she was a mess.“One of the guards told me that there was some rebellion while Ferrara was gone. One or two employees didn’t like it when Ferrara killed the manager,” Finn said as he walked up behind me.“What did he do anyway?”“Tried to rape me,” I said flatly as I turned around. The frustration in me eased a little. It was good to see him. “I’m not well-liked here.”He gave me a tight smile. “I gathered that, too. Turns out the happy couple you played in Wisteria Woods was a lie.”“Did you volunteer to guard me, or is this a shit assignment for the new guy?” If Finn hated me now, I wanted to know.“You and I are more alike than you think, Violetta. I volunteered. I hope y