Chapter 89. Cold Hands

Chantel Raven

His cold hands are around my waist. To my great surprise, he pulls me up off the ground and into his chest.

"Do not cry, sweetheart." He speaks in a whisper. He strokes my hair and tells me to be quiet.

He puts his hands on my face and looks up at me.

He does not move when I try to push him away. I turn my face, move my head, and try to look away, but nothing works.

"Damon, please." I again beg him to do something.

He does not pay attention. He does not ever.

The sick smile on his face makes things worse, and I am too tired to push him away. My body goes limp in his arms.

He kisses my face while tears are running down it and then slams his lips hard against mine.

I scratch his chest and try to push him away, but I am so tired that it is almost impossible for me to fight back.

He moans into the kiss and then tries to make it stronger.

He knows I do not like him, so he throws me against