to crumple like a ragdoll. I wanted him to scoop me up, take me to the bed, and make the burning stop.
“I…” I mumbled. Sharp teeth bit my neck and my knees gave out. A thick arm slid under them, scooping me up and then I was bouncing across the room, landing on the bed, sprawled, looking up into eyes so dark and dangerous my muscles locked in fear.
His lip curled into a sneer. “I don’t want to want you like this. I tried to resist. But…dammit…” He shot an arm out, grabbing my hair, fisting it and jerking it, forcing my head back.
I couldn’t move. I shut down. Shock. Fear. Need. I was so overwhelmed I couldn’t do anything but sit there waiting for his next move. My scalp burned, but I didn’t cry out. That pain was nothing compared to the agony pounding through the rest of my body.
Pain so good.
So, good but not enough. I wanted more. I needed more. A lot more.
Oh, God. He’d succeeded. Without even realizing it.
He’d created a new addict.
I didn’t want to run from the darkness anymore. I wanted to relish in it. I wanted it to become a part of me.