Page 161 of Dirty Salvation

Never.Her skin physically writhed at the thought he actually wanted her. Jesus. Repugnance stung her throat. The man was batshit crazy if he believed everything he’d tortured her with meant they’d been in a relationship.

Ding-ding, all aboard insanity.

“I’d rather be dead. No seriously, I want to vomit at the idea of you and me, you space cadet!” she spat out.

He laughed darkly. The mocking noise irritating.

It took no strength at all for Hades to grapple both her hands in one of his and use the free one to grab her throat, darkness staining his face, her airway restricted, she choked out for any breath at all, her back hit the side of the building, brick biting into her spine, air shuttered around her chest fighting to reach her lungs.

Helpless.

"I don't like you talking to me that way, how is that any way to show your gratitude for not killing you when my boys brought you to me as my gift? I kept you, sweet love, remember that and be grateful. Your spirit made my dick ache, I loved the fucking taste of it, scaring it out of you."

She felt incredibly helpless. Her belly a blender on high speed. But through all that, the fear left her body, just dissipating into thin air. It was unnecessary, what would happen was already happening. If he was to kill her right now he’d do it with her no longer afraid of him. The weak man had lost his hold on her, finally.

His knees trapped her legs, halting her kicking.

She stared him dead in the eyes.

“It could have been different!” he hissed in her face, the veins popping out along his temple, the thickness of his beard brushed her mouth.

No amount of fighting this man would ever do any good. Maybe with a weapon. But just her own one hundred and ten-pound body against an insane monster, there was no way.

It didn't stop Zara fighting, she used her shoulder to try and shove him away, attempting to free her legs.

She’d fight to the end. Rider had taught her that. Fight until there's no fight left.

“You are weak. You are pathetic garbage.” she croaked tauntingly, harder to breathe, lungs starved, she used those seconds wisely to tell him what she truly felt.

For a split second, he stumbled and hope rushed into her head along with a grabbed inhale, only to have it squashed a second later, that same hand circled around her throat squeezed tighter and he slammed her into the wall again. And again. Shaking her like a rag doll.

"Youwillshut your mouth, sweet love, youwillstay fucking still, you hearing me? I don't want to kill you, you were always special to me, my own fucktoy, you belong to me, why did I keep you, huh, but believe it I will kill you right here to shut you the fuck up, you never could take an order could you? always so fucking defiant, always so goddamn wilful looking at me the way you are now, I could always taste the hate in you. Maybe that's why I kept you so long, my beloved naughty pet, who I wanted to break into a million pieces. Like watching shards of glass shatter on the ground. So goddamn broken it was beautiful how fast you wept and pleaded. And now I’m going to destroy loverboy when he watches me break you all over again, maybe I’ll have you beg me like old times, he’d like that wouldn’t he? to see how sweetly you yield with the right persuasion. Will he like watching my cock down your throat you think? Ramming until you choke my come in hard swallows." he began chuckling madly, the noise like fingers down a chalkboard.

Desperate for a breath she glared furiously, eyes bulging in her head, blinking stars out of her vision as the evil man controlled her air intake, showing just how big and nasty he truly was, he didn't even seem affected that he was killing a woman in full daytime at the side of a seven-eleven. Jesus, she could see the news report now.How sad.

Death had a unique scent, Zara had smelled it often enough in that hell-hole. She could taste it in the back of her throat, a darkness that choked her, before crossing down over her vision, checking out into the black.

God, please, no, not now.

Not here.

Not without seeing Rider.

Rider. I love you so much.

She hadn't even thanked him for everything he'd given back to her these last few months. Never told him what it had meant to her, to live again, to be shown she could be safe with him, with his brothers, inside his MC. Without realizing, he’d granted her the space to grow her strength again.

Rider. Her heart thumped. Her big bad biker man who she hadn't told once she loved him beyond reason and sanity from day one, she fucking adored and worshipped every inch of that man and now it was too late. All that time wasted.

Deprived of oxygen, her thoughts raced.

I will always love you.

With her body pinned painfully by the much bigger one, she only saw Rider. Her gorgeous biker man.

And she smiled. Damn, what a trip they’d had together. She wouldn’t change it for the world, not even if it meant she would live. A life without Rider, nope, she didn’t want that.

In addition to the strangulation, her lungs failing its battle, those fingers clawing around her neck tightening, she mouthed ‘I hate you,asshole’ to him.