I live for the pain; it’s what drives me
to keep moving. But there comes a time when one has to push the demons aside in
order to survive.
I thought I buried them deep. I thought
I was ready to finally live. Until… my brother, Alex; he throws me into the
fire—right into the place I could never control myself, the one place I never
want to be again.
When I put my hands on people, they get
hurt. Things happen that bring me back to that night. The one that will forever
torment me.
I’m doing fine, keeping to myself in
order to ensure no one gets hurt by me. Then along comes Lyric, and all I want
to do is touch her, to put my hands in places that I know will only lead to her
being crushed by me.
She’s the rush that I crave. The darkest
of poison running through my veins, killing me bit by bit; like a drug I can’t
get enough of even though I’m almost down to my last breath.
And being around her only hurts more,
but what she doesn’t understand is that I welcome the pain; I get off on it,
which in the end leaves me with the hardest decision of my life—one that might
get us all killed…
Lyric steps away and laughs before walking over and stopping in
front of me. She looks up into my eyes and licks her bottom lip. Her whole body
is glistening with sweat now, and all I can think about is tasting every inch
of her. “Dance with me, Memphis.”
I pull my eyes away from her lips and
flex my jaw. As much as I want to put my hands all over, I need to fight it,
but this fucking liquor isn’t doing much to help it.
“No, Lyric.”
She takes a step closer and runs her
tiny, soft hand down my arm. “Just once. It’s not even a big deal. It’s just a
dance. It’s not like I’m asking you to fuck me. I’m asking you to touch me.”
“You want me to touch you,” I growl. I
roughly slide my hands over her hips before gripping her waist and slamming her
up against the wall. Leaning in, I fist her hair in my hand and whisper in her
ear. “Is this how you want me to touch you? Touching someone that I know always
leads to them getting hurt.” I grip her waist tighter and press my body flush
with hers. Her body trembles against mine and her breathing picks up as my
bottom lip brushes over her ear. “I’m fucking tainted, Lyric. Running now would
be your best option.”
She looks up into my eyes and wets her
lips, fighting to catch her breath. “I. Want. You. To. Touch. Me. I’m not
running anywhere.”
FUCK! Those words
do me in.
Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL
and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After
finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she
gave it a shot and writing became her passion.
She lives for a good romance book with
bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying
during a good read. When she's not reading or writing about bad boys, you can
find her watching her favorite shows such as Sons Of Anarchy, Dexter and True
Blood.
She is the author of Wake Up Call, This
Regret, Slade (Walk Of Shame #1), Hemy (Walk of Shame #2), and Get Off on the
Pain. Victoria is currently working on more novels for 2015.
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