Still You Still Me Still Falling novel Chapter 109

This was a regret Sheila would never be able to let go of for the rest of her life.

Even if they had parted on good terms, it shouldn't have ended with the excuse that they were just "playing around."

But back then, what choice did she have?

Edmond had already backed her against a cliff.

She had to say those things to force him out of her life, to brutally sever the ties of their relationship once and for all.

Now, all of that was in the past.

After more than a thousand days and nights, here he was, pinning her down, begging her to play with him.

How ridiculous.

But Sheila couldn't bring herself to laugh.

"You're crying..."

Edmond's voice drifted into her ears once again.

Sheila froze.

Her hands were pinned under his, leaving her completely immobilized.

Hearing his words, she finally realized tears were slipping down her cheeks.

The very next second, Edmond's lips pressed against her face.

Sheila's eyes flew open, and she began to thrash wildly.

But a man's physical strength inherently overpowered a woman's, and fueled by the alcohol, his grip was completely ruthless.

The harder Sheila fought, the more forceful he became.

In the chaotic struggle, without her even realizing when, his lips crashed down and captured hers.

The entire world seemed to go dead silent.

Sheila could hear the violent hammering of her own heart.

But she snapped back to reality almost immediately. Just as she tried to pull away, the man kissed her like a man possessed, as if she had triggered a primal hunger inside him.

Three years ago, she and Edmond had naturally shared intimate moments of passion.

But the sweetness of the past only made the present feel infinitely more degrading.

Her desperate struggling was nothing more than a moth fighting a hurricane in his eyes.

Sheila ruthlessly bit down on his lip.

The sharp, metallic taste of blood instantly bloomed in their mouths.

A touch that was once intimate now only made her skin crawl.

Thinking about his married status, thinking about how many other women he must have touched this way, Sheila dug her fingernails deep into her palms.

She suddenly shot to her feet, moving so fast the room spun around her.

She gripped the doorframe to steady herself, waiting for the dizziness to pass before stumbling into the bathroom.

She brushed her teeth. She showered. She furiously scrubbed every single patch of skin he had touched, over and over.

Her wrists were a swollen, angry red, the brutal evidence of Edmond's suffocating grip.

She didn't know how long she stayed under the water before finally stepping out.

Lying in bed, she couldn't find an ounce of sleep.

Her entire body ached from fighting him off.

The memory of what had just happened left her heart cold and completely terrified.

Against absolute physical dominance, she genuinely hadn't stood a chance.

In the pitch-black room, she stared blankly into the dark, hot tears silently trailing from the corners of her eyes.

Tilly, I'm so sorry... After this, I really can't see you ever again...