Chapter 56
Chapter 56
Snowflakes
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The ringing sliced through the haze. I froze; Cupid’s mouth stilled against my breast, and he pulled back slowly, his eyes never left my face. My heart was already hammering so hard I could barely breathe.
“I… I should pick it,” I whispered, voice trembling.
He nodded once, slow, but his hands stayed locked around my waist, caging me on his lap like iron bands. I swallowed hard, reached into my bag, and pulled out the phone. The name on the screen turned my blood to ice.
Ares.
I have changed it from Hubby to his name after I found out he is up to no good.
Cupid’s gaze sharpened.
I was about to accept the call when his voice cut the air, low and lethal.
“Get off p>
The words slammed into me. I looked up; his eyes were murderous, green turned almost black. There wasn’t a flicker of mercy in them. Cold terror raced down my spine. He can be this possessive?. One call from my husband and he was ready to snap bones p>
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Quietly I slid off his lap and sank onto the couch beside him. He rose in one fluid motion, pull
his zipper and walked to the marble counter where he poured himself a glass of red wine, the liquid dark as blood. I stared at the still–ringing phone, bit my lip until I tasted copper, and finally answered.
“Snow, where are you?” Ares’s voice spilled out, pleading at first. “Come home. Let’s talk. I can explain everything. I’ll keep every promise this time. Please, honey, just come home.” The line
went dead.
I sat there, chest tight, torn between guilt and fury. Slowly I glanced sideways. Cupid leaned against the counter, glass in hand, watching me with unreadable eyes. He had heard every word. He is a werewolf who has enhanced hearing ability.
He took a slow sip, set the glass down with a soft clink, and walked toward the bed ahead, unbuckling his wristwatch as he moved.
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“Walk through that door,” he said, voice calm as a blade, “and forget anything ever happened between us.” He placed the watch on the nightstand, fingers moving to his shirt buttons. “I’ll call one of the girls downstairs and fuck her senseless the second you’re gone p>
My heart plummeted. One by one the buttons slipped free, revealing inch after inch of inked, sculpted muscle. Tattoos covered his chest, shoulders, arms, all the way to his wrists. So beautiful, brutal stories written in black and crimson. My mouth went dry. This was sin made flesh.
He dropped onto the sofa that sat across the bed, picked up his phone, and started scrolling, leaving the decision to me. Frustration and helpless desire crashed together until almost tears burned my eyes.
The phone rang again, louder, more insistent. I had no choice but to answer.
“Snow!” Ares barked, all fake sweetness gone. “Get your ass home while I’m still being nice. You think any other man will want you after what happened? You were gang–raped, Snow. Over and over. Cum forced down your throat, knife in your stomach, blood everywhere. You’re trash I picked up off the street and tried to polish. No man wants to stick his dick in a hole a dozen others already ruined. I didn’t do anything wrong; I was surviving. Come home now, or you’ll regret it p>
The line went dead again.
I sat frozen, cheeks burning with shame, phone still pressed to my ear long after the call ended. Everyone in certain circles knew about the attack; it was buried in my old H.O.W.L file. But hearing it thrown in my face like that… I couldn’t breathe.
Ares. He had finally hit the nail right on its head. He never cares one bit and he definitely won’t apologize for cheating.
Slowly I lowered the phone. Cupid had heard every vile word. I waited for disgust, for the hunger in his eyes to cool. In silence I bow in shame.
I reached for my discarded bra and torn blouse, deciding to leave before I humiliated myself further in front of a man who lived in an entirely different universe,
My fingers closed around the lace when the memory of his mouth on my nipples flashed white–hot. That intensity, that need; if I walked out now, he would do exactly what he threatened. I would never feel his hands again.
I let the bra and blouse fall from my fingers. With shaking hands I switched the phone off completely, stood, and walked to the bed. I stopped right in front of him, half–naked, heart in my throat.
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“I should go…” I whispered, voice cracking. “You probably don’t want a woman whose body was… ruined four years ago. Gang–raped, stabbed, left for dead p>
He didn’t look up from his phone. Silence stretched until I thought my chest would cave in. Tears welled; I turned to gather my clothes and disappear forever.
“Come here p>
Two quiet words stopped me cold. I turned back. He was watching me now, expression unreadable.
“Cupid p>
“You can accuse me of murder to my face without proof,” he said, voice low, “but you let that piece of trash talk to you like that p>
Something sharp and protective flashed across his face. He set the phone aside, jaw tight, then extended his hand, palm up.
“Come. Tell me everything. I never read past your name in your profile I looked up; hell, I don’t even remember your full name right now p>
The tenderness in his voice terrified me more than his anger ever could. I took one hesitant step, then another, until my trembling fingers sliding into his. When our skin touched, something huge shifted inside me, something irreversible, something very, very big and I know that this is only the beginning.
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Lucia Morh
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.