Page 125 of Die for You

“You,” I manage to get out between laughs. “You’re fucking lame. You’re still holding on to some childhood trauma. Do you need a cuddle?”

Hugo launches and punches me in the face. “Trauma? She took my fucking eye! And the internal damage done to me when…”

“When I stuck a mop handle up your ass?” I finish for him. “Did you forget what you did to her? You tortured her for years! So if anyone needs a cuddle, it’s her. But she’s not a little bitch like you.I’m sorry!” I snivel, mimicking him from that night.

Hugo punches me in the stomach.

“Wow, you even hit like a little bitch,” I wheeze with laughter.

Hugo inhales sharply before turning his attention to Valentina.

My poker face is fixed in a firm expression because he knows the only way to hurt me is through her.

A disgusting smirk tugs at his thin lips. “Just like old times, baby.”

He licks her face like a salivating dog in heat.

I try to remain unmoved because he wants a rise out of me.

When he sees I continue to be passive, he licks down her neck and opens the lapels of her silk kimono. Her breasts are exposed. He takes them into his mouth and suckles them.

I shift in my seat, clenching my fists, attempting to break the restraints.

He slips a hand between her legs and molests her, never taking his eyes off me.

Rage animates me, and the wooden chair creaks beneath me. “I’m going to cut off your fingers and tongue and take great pleasure in watching you eat them.”

Hugo snickers, thinking he’s won.

But he’s missed one vital thing—Valentina is awake.

She’s playing dead until she sees an opportunity, like right now when he places his lips on her and defiles her mouth. He thrusts his tongue into her.

In response, she clamps her teeth around it and bites down hard.

Hugo’s muffled screams echo loudly. He desperately tries to break free, but Valentina is like a rabid dog and violently shakes her head from side to side.

He tries pushing her away, but when he moves, she lets his tongue go and headbutts him. He staggers back and trips over his own feet, ending up on his ass.

She turns to look at me.

Her cheeks are flushed, and her pupils are pure black.

God, I love her.

“Are you okay?”

She nods. “Where are we?”

“At my home. In a panic room.”

She takes a minute to take in what I just shared. “How does he know about it?”

I shrug because that’s something I don’t know.

Valentina looks at his boots. “You’rethe one who’s been following me. Doesn’t surprise me. You’ve always been a fucking creep. What do you want?”

Now, it’s Hugo’s turn to laugh. “Ready for it? Here’s the plot twist!”