Peter's Lily (Sequel to Pan's Tiger)

Chapter 48: Loveless eyes

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I ran out of the room, vigorously wiping tears from my damp eyes. My feet pounded against the uneven ground, but I barely noticed the throbbing pain. I dropped down onto a log far enough away from the camp, wrapping my arms tightly around my frozen body.

All I could see is the twilight stars, blinking through a curtain of darkness, their light illuminating a patch of mist hovering around them. They were beautiful.

'You look beautiful today.' Came the strong voice from behind me. I raised an eyebrow, badly attempting to look unaffected by his presence and words. He chuckled briefly, 'You should accept the compliment, wife.'

I cringed at the word "wife", in the knowledge that he used it purposefully, but didn't let my eyes meet his until, his tall frame stooping slightly, he took a seat next to mine. My heart hammered inside of my chest, pure trepidation plummeting throughout my veins.

'I hate you.' I seethed simply.

Pan raised an eyebrow,  stepping closer to me and narrowing his eyes curiously, 'Now, now, that's no way to speak to your husband, Tiger.'

He dropped into the seat beside me and I froze. I didn't move away. Despite my hatred for him, my legs seemed to turn to jelly whenever he was near. I didn't have the confidence or will-power to push him away from me.

I jumped slightly when I felt his lips press against my shoulder. It was only a brush of his lips but it caught me off guard. I could feel him smirking as my body tensed and cooed, 'Easy, Baby Doll.'

He pressed his lips against my shoulder again. I shuddered as I tried to shy away from him but he clasped his large hand around my shoulder and pulled me back into him.

I froze against him, fear and lust welling inside of me as he chuckled solvty, 'I won't hurt you, Tiggy.' He mumbled as he nibbled at the skin under my ear.

His hand slid down towards my dress, cupping my breast and giving it a sensuous squeeze. I almost gasped as his fingers slid over it. I was shocked and couldn't move, but the feeling of his hands on my body made me tense. His hand over my neck and his legs crushing mine were holding me firmly in place so I couldn't move. And then, his hand slipped down further and tucked inside my dress. His hand crept upwards, his fingers sliding along my thigh and I gasped, snapped back to reality as soon as he reached the top of my leg.

'Peter... stop...' I stuttered, attempting to slide away.

'What's wrong with you?' He snapped angrily, his carnal desires strong and his lust so great it made me crazy. 'We were married, we went much further than this!'

He sounded offended, as if this was somehow my fault. It made me furious. I loved him, but I couldn't forget what he had done to me.

'You killed my family! You abandoned my son! You told me Rumple was dead! You kidnapped my grandson and held him hostage! You abducted my great-grandson and manipulated him and now plan to kill him! You imprisoned Oliver and tortured him! You even murdered Oliver! You're a cruel, heartless murderer!' I screamed furiously.

There was no limit to my anger and Pan could tell. I rose from where I was sitting and moved away from him, cautiously and slowly. I was like a antelope that had taunted a lion. I was foolish, I knew it would provoke him, but something inside of me decided that was what I needed to do.