The way she looked at him really got under his skin.
Without thinking much, he leaned in and kissed her.
She accepted his turbulent kiss, unresponsive and lifeless.
When she didn't kiss him back, he forced her to.
Prying her teeth apart, he bit down on the tip of her tongue.
Eliza raised her hand and slapped him, her expression calm as she wiped the blood from her lips with a delicate touch.
She stayed silent, her eyes icy.
The slap knocked the wind out of Casper’s anger.
Leaning back against the car seat, he let out a self-deprecating laugh, not entirely sure what he found funny.
“Eliza, tell me, which woman in Falconridge would dare to hit me? How many times have you slapped me?” His voice was laced with an emotion too complex to pin down.
“You can hit me back,” she said nonchalantly.
He chuckled. Did she really think he wouldn't dare hit her, or was he just too soft to do it?
The car fell silent again, with only the hum of the air conditioning filling the space.
They pulled into the Welton Estate.
Casper didn't say another word as he scooped Eliza up with determination and authority, making it seem like he owned the world.
In her hospital gown, she looked especially fragile.
Her pale face and closed eyes made her look like a wilted flower thrown harshly onto the expansive bed.
Broken and delicate.
“Casper, you can't touch me right now,” she backed away until she had nowhere left to go, and Casper pinned her down. “Can't touch you? Give me one good reason why.”
“I’m on my period,” she said, guilt edging her voice.
“Oh?” He sneered, not buying it. “Let me see.”
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