The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

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His grip tightened around her waist, but it still took several tries before James could finally fling Lily across the room–into the corner near the wall.

His voice remained cold and sharp. “I’ll say it again–we both agreed to keep our boundaries. No more physical contact!”

The medicine was starting to work. After being thrown aside, Lily’s clumsy hands had knocked her head against the wall. Finally, the fog in her peach blossom eyes cleared, and her chaotic thoughts began to settle.

Her mind snapped fully awake.

Whether drunk or drugged, Lily had never been the kind to black out.

She remembered everything with crystal clarity.

She remembered stepping out of the restroom, being knocked unconscious, and taken to The Charmer.

She remembered the women who stripped and cleaned her, who forced pills down her throat.

She remembered that in her darkest moment–when she’d been ready to bite through her tongue to end it all–Jamés appeared like a blaze of light, pulling her out of the black pit of hell.

To say he saved her life tonight was no exaggeration.

If he hadn’t shown up when he did, even if she’d managed to die on her own terms, her body would’ve been violated beyond recognition.

But what had she done to him afterward?

She…

Lily raised her eyes–and immediately saw the vivid scratches across James‘ cold, pale chest and the deep red marks trailing from his neck to his collarbone.

Kiss marks.

The buttons on his designer shirt were all undone.

One was even missing–ripped off by her, clearly.

Tonight, she had–

a kiss

Molested him.

Bit him.

Practically-

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162 Shame

chaotic scenes from the car and the bed, Lily was so ashamed she wanted to

with such reckless lust, doing

just biting the hand that fed her. She was worse than

snake only bit the farmer

She kissed, bit, groped–God only knew how many

deeper she thought, the worse she felt. She smacked herself on

She remembered clearly–about a month ago, she’d encountered

inappropriately, she’d jumped into a freezing cold pool to sober herself

But now? With James?

into a hormone–fueled maniac, completely out of control, practically ripping his clothes

Ugh!

her legs, her entire self–what the hell had

was vile.

“Lily.”

eyes had regained focus. The drug had done its job.

still had things to say, so he

the corner of the bed, looking like a heap

been so mortified she hadn’t even realized she was still naked under the

to

he must

sat there

she deserved whatever

down at his own shirt and realized how disheveled he looked. He silently buttoned it up— one by one, slow and precise,

and saw his