Love Hurts (2 page)

“
What do you do?” Hannah asked, staring around the room in awe. She had never seen anything like it. Nobody in her friend circle had the amount of money this guy had. And she was willing to do anything he wanted. Guys like Sam were hard to come by. She figured if she gave it up he might be willing to give her anything she wanted.

Sam took her drink, setting it on his nightstand. He rather forcefully pushed her down onto his bed, climbing on top of her, his body straddling hers in a way that prevented her from getting loose. Sam wrapped one arm tightly around her, pretending to be doing nothing more than embracing her passionately as they made out on his expensive bedding. Why hadn’t he changed the bedding? He hated to get it dirty.

“
Sam you’re so hot,” Hannah said, biting at his neck. She dropped her head back, enjoying the soft kisses down the length of her neck. Going along with everything that Sam was doing to her.

Sam grew tired of all the heavy petting. He unzipped his pants, allowing her to help him out of them. He coaxed her head down, closing his eyes at the feel of her mouth around him. He relaxed for once, his guard dropping long enough to nearly climax. And just before he was fully there he yanked her by the hair ending her attempts at pleasuring him. The look of fear in her eyes, they were rather amazing blue eyes. And with one swift twist he snapped her neck and tossed her off of him.

Sam watched the last of the life drain out of her body through a few measly twitches. He zipped his pants back up, securing his belt in place, studying her perfect body, now nothing more than a corpse on his bedroom floor.

The only thing on his mind now was the disposing of her.

The Garden Surprise

“
Smile for the camera,” Isabella shouted. Sam obliged laying it on thick as he wrapped his arm around his blushing soon to be bride. He kissed her cheek, taking in all the enthusiasm that was all for them, enthusiastic onlookers happy to be under the deep black sky that twinkled with about a million stars.

He was getting married.

“
You seem tired, love,” Delaney, his fiancé, whispered in his ear, stroking the back of his hand with much adoration for him. She loved everything about Sam. She was happy to be there sitting next to him, soon to be his wife.

“
I’ll sleep when I’m dead. Besides, seeing this smile on your face is enough to keep me up for years to come.” He softly pulled her in for a quick kiss on the lips that grew into something more. The two love birds without any apprehension had one of the most passionate kisses most of their guest had ever seen. The connection between the two was something of a fantasy come reality. It was quite mesmerizing.

As the crowd clapped and cheered for Sam and Delaney, Sam spotted a rather eerie presence off in the distance. The moonlight across her skin was enough to set his heart pumping and his palms sweating. He released his hold on Delaney, slowly standing up.
There is no way
he thought to himself, shaking hands with guest as he passed by them. He fixed his gaze on the petite blond that stood on the cobblestone path. Her hair spilled lazily over her delicate shoulders. Sam patted Delaney’s father on the arm and quickly drifted in between dancing couples and kids that were spending all their energy on circling the fancy ice sculptures and stone fountains that were sprinkled along the garden grounds.

He had to know. It had been several years since he even thought about Rose. He shook the insane hum in his ears and the shock suddenly shredding through him. Little by little he stepped closer. She delicately pushed her hair behind one ear, tilting her head as she laid eyes on him.

She hadn’t seen him in a long time, since that night at the diner when he attempted to kill her and leave her for dead, but now there he was, about to marry a long time friend of hers. It was dreamlike. Never had Rose thought she would lay eyes on Sam again. But there he was, still so attractive and domineering. But she knew from the skittish way his eyes wandered over the length of her body, and the way they ended at the large scar on the side of her face—just below her right eye—she knew he was shocked.

Rose stayed in New Mexico, while Delaney moved to Arizona to study culinary arts. The world had connected them again and Rose was out of her mind with a colossal amount of emotions. She couldn’t believe she was standing before Sam in another state—and even more so he was about to marry her best friend.

She had not spoken about the assault. And most days she felt foolish for not fingering Sam for what she knew was right. But her pride and self-respect kept her mouth shut. She didn’t want to be the laughing stock of her town—or even her family. She had a boyfriend; she didn’t want to lose him by admitting to her betrayal. It had been a mistake, one with dire consequences.

Rose brought her hands together, lacing her fingers in front of her. She drew in her bottom lip wincing in pain once she realized she was unconsciously biting it. A horrible wave of nausea slinked over her.

“
How is this possible?” Sam asked. He cleverly looked away from Rose as if he was simply making small talk with a stranger.

“
Possible that I’m alive, or that I’m at your engagement party?” She asked him, searching his eyes for a shred of compassion. But they were still the same blues that too many women were attractive, but to her, the way they rimmed with darkness when he was becoming angry was enough to stop her heart.

Sam took her by the elbow, disappearing them both behind a large bush. That way nobody knew what was about to take place. She couldn’t be there. Rose pried his fingers away in a state of panic. “She’s my friend. I hadn’t any idea she was about to marry you. You don’t even go by Sam anymore.”

She was right. Sam was his given name, and one he commonly used when he lived in New Mexico. But when he met Delaney he showed a side of himself to her that had been hidden for so long. Vance was his middle name. And Vance was what he admitted to when he first saw Delaney. It was unintentional, something that she magically pulled out of him with hardly any effort at all.

“
You need to leave. Tell her you’re sick and get the hell out of here,” Vance said under his breath, nervously staring away from Rose and her scars.

Rose sighed, running her hand through her hair, the soft waves straightening and then recoiling as soon as she dropped her hand. Her blue eyes flickered with something. Sam wasn’t sure what.

“
I don’t believe that is possible. Your about to marry my good friend, a friend I care a lot about. I don’t want to see her hurt.” Rose told him.

Sam shook his head in revulsion. She had his heart running at speeds that took him back to that very place he was trying to get away from. “I love Delaney. I would never do anything to ever ruin what we have together.”

Rose studied his eyes, weighing what she knew of Sam and what he was saying. She was at a loss of what to do. Her eyes wandered passed Sam to the dance floor where Rose was busily chatting away with all her guest. She floated through the air on a high that was only achievable when you were in the amount of love that she was. Rose didn’t think she could ruin that.

“
I’ll keep my mouth shut for now,” she vowed, dodging his attempts at anymore conversation or threats. She hurried across the lush green grass, bumping into an older man holding a champagne bottle. Soon he lost sight of Rose all together. But he still couldn’t shake the eerie feeling of doom looming over the night now.

The feeling of Love

Sam studied Delaney’s sleeping form that lay delicately against his pillows. The small smile glued to her face made his heart ache. He raised his trembling hand over her. He didn’t want to hurt her but he wasn’t sure if he had any alternatives. When her eyelids twitched, he quickly dropped his hand on her forehead stroking her face ever so lightly. And when she seemed at ease, he slowly pulled away, lifting a pillow from the bed, cautious not to wake her. With the pillow barely an inch from her face, Delaney gasped. Sam grabbed her by the back of the neck lifting her head and tucked the pillow that he had almost tried suffocating her with behind her.

“
Comfortable?” he whispered, dropping down beside her, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

“
You scared me a little,” she said, rolling over until her body was pressed securely on top of his. She smiled down on him, and although he could only see bits of her perfect expression, that was enough for him.

“
I don’t ever want you to be scared of me,” he said, stroking her dark hair. Her big doe like eyes stared back at him a little bothered he would say such a thing.

“
Never, love.” She kissed him tenderly, resting her head against his chest. Stroking his arms with the kind of contact he was used to only coming from her. The only time he didn’t hate it. Sam studied her perfect body against the glow of the moonlight that was spilling through the window. He drug his fingertips along her ribcage. Each slight dip in her skin making him more excited. He loved every part of her. He loved the taste of her. He flipped her over in an instant, pushing her hair away from her back, guiding his hand down the length of her spine.

Delaney shuddered against his touch, his warm breath on her skin, his lips colliding with her body. He only had to touch her to cause so much pleasure in every part of her. All the way to her soul. At last, she didn’t think she had it in her to take anymore of his advances. To him it was intimate, but she needed more. This was the part of Vance that held out longer than she ever could. And she just wished for once he would give in and close the gap that seemed to be the big hole in their relationship. Vance told her it was important to him that they waited until their marriage to truly be intimate with each other. But it was becoming more and more difficult every time they shared a bed together.

She stealthily slid her hand down his stomach, taking him in her hands, urging him to give in. She softly nibbled at his neck. “Come on, Love. I want you,” she whispered, pleading with him to just give in. Something she never had to do in her life. Any guy would be grateful to be intimate with her.

Vance pushed her head back onto the pillow with a little more force than she was used to. He stared into her eyes and kissed her forehead, the bridge of her nose, making it down to her full lips. As he rubbed the side of her face with his scratchy cheek, she tilted her head back, waiting. Her hands holding him in place for fear he would give up before she got what she wanted. But for once he continued. He parted her legs sliding between her, his thumb gliding down the soft skin of her neck, remaining against that delicate area that with just enough compression could cut off your breathing. But she looked passed it, arching her body towards Vance as she waited for him to enter her, her body tingling with excitement at the thought of it.

“
Please,” she purred, closing her eyes, waiting.

Vance studied Delaney’s features, toying with the idea of giving her what she wanted. He wanted the same thing, but feared the worse if he gave in to desire. Closing his eyelids ignited grisly memories of all the girls before her. Their shocked expressions, the fear that filled their eyes, it was almost too much for him.

Delaney let out soft moans of satisfaction as his fingers trailed between her legs. He couldn’t give in. He watched her wiggle and squirm in pleasure. And before he could let it go too far he pulled away, coaxing her down below. She obliged, gliding down his body, ready to please him even though he had done no such thing for her.

He closed his eyes, rubbing the back of her head to the rhythm of her movement. She was flawless, wasting no time to bring him to the point of no return. And he was about to lose all control. Delaney gripped his waist, fighting against his retreat. She winced at the pressure Vance was putting on her wrist as he climaxed. He was hurting her but she looked past it glad she was able to finally please him.