Phantom Rider - The Aftermath | Book 1

Easy, Tiger!

Mila's POV

Maybe those were my hormones, but seeing him again made me feel completely insane. He sat across the hall, all sweaty, dirty, his hair all wet and messed around. He tilted his head back to get the hair away from his forehead, and I swear to God that moment my world turned to slow motion. The way he smiled at me, as if he owned the World.

His clothes ripped apart, showing his veiny blood-covered arms. Kill me already, please.

"Hello, princess!" He gave me the same mockingly seductive smile. Who needs bullets if one can kill with his looks alone?

He shot right through my heart. But, as usual, the catastrophe happened within me. On the outside, there was nothing. Oh, how hard I tried to keep it in me.

I knew I couldn't go with him. I must keep myself away from him, but I couldn't - he made me dumb, unreasonable, and insanely wet.

He looked older. He looked like life had punched him in the face. Well, it obviously had. Under his eye was a black bruise, his face was covered with blood and dirt. Something about the way he looked made me gasp to myself. "That's my man!"

But it also tore me to pieces, knowing that my life and my secrets might be too much for him to handle, and if I gave into him again, we might both go down forever. Despite that, I wanted to go with him, but I couldn't move. In the face of making a decision and running from my father yet again, I froze completely.

So I leaned against table and watched Bill make decisions for himself. When he touched the ring on my finger and took it off, flashbacks ran through me like electroshock.

But all about him was sexual for me at that moment. I craved him. It had been so long without his touch.

I kept my face cold, but I felt my panties getting wetter, and it got me so embarrassed. When he picked me up, holding his hands way too close to my butt, I got hysterical and kicked him so he would stop pressing my hips against his leather jacket buttons. Otherwise, I would literally finish on his shoulder.

"You are hurting me!" I told him, but my voice turned into moan. My breath got heavy, and I wished he would let me go.

Thank God the walk to the car was not that long. But when Tom laughed at us, I swear to God it looked like he knew in what condition I was, and I felt my cheeks turn red.

And just to finish me off completely, Bill decided to drop the "I will marry you" phrase. I broke down in pieces, and all I could do was cry. Seeing him throw those toys at me ripped open some very long-closed doors, and memories started coming one after another.

"Can you please stop the car? I cannot breathe, I need some air." I looked at him in the mirror.

"You are not going to try running away, are you?" He slowed down the car.

"No, I won't. You can step out with me." I was nervous. He made me nervous.

"Want a smoke?" He offered me a cigarette as he lit his.

"No thanks!" I replied, coughing a little and stepping away from his cloud of smoke.

"Since when did you quit?" He looked at me surprised but also proud.

"A month ago." I replied.

"Right, it's not classy for a high society lady to walk around smelling like a burnt chimney." He laughed a bit sarcastically.

"Are you mocking me now?" I looked into his eyes, judging him.

"Sorry!" He said, scratching the back of his neck and smiling at me.