"Let me go!" I clawed at his big hands, but it was useless.
To think that some minutes ago, the bastard kissed me like I was important.
A tear slid from my lid, ruining my makeup. God, the asshole.
"You don't learn, do you?" He leaned in close enough that his breath danced across my cheek. "You haven't f*****g learned that you're mine?"
I'll never be yours—I wished I could tell him, but I might as well be sealing my death.
When he released me, I shuddered with relief.
I wrapped my arms around myself, holding in the sob that threatened to crack me open. I couldn't ruin my makeup any further.
The monster stood there, watching me. Watching the pain he caused me. Like an artist admiring his handiwork.
"You killed him, didn't you?" My voice was low. "The cop. Did you kill him?"
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