The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 44

Franco yanked at her clothes, tearing them away as Petty instinctively curled into herself, trying to hide. The next moment, a sharp pain shot through her shoulder. She felt the sting, the wetness. Franco’s teeth left her pale skin, and he looked down, catching her eyes—red, angry, teary from the pain.

In the shadowy room, he scooped her up from behind the door and carried her straight to the big bed. Clothes hit the floor one after another.

Petty sank into the soft mattress and tried to scramble up, but her hands were tied with his tie, making her lose her balance. She fell back hard onto the bed.

“Franco, touch me again and I’ll sue you for marital rape!” she yelled, her voice shaking with anger.

Franco just knelt at the edge of the bed, watching her struggle. He ignored her threats and curses, unbuttoned his dress shirt, and tossed it aside.

His tall frame closed in on her, and Petty shrieked, her voice cracking.

“You think I won’t do it?” she shouted, desperate.

Her hair tie slipped away completely, and her long, silky hair spread like dark ribbons across the deep blue sheets. As she struggled, her hair moved and shimmered, making her look wild and almost unreal—like a siren washed up on shore, dangerous and beautiful.

Franco’s eyes darkened, whatever patience he had left gone in an instant. He grabbed her ankle, pulled her closer, and cupped her chin in his hand.

“Go ahead. Sue me.”

Before she could spit out another insult, Franco silenced her with his mouth.

Outside, snow started to fall, the wind howling against the windows. Inside, the heat made the air heavy.

Petty’s mind went white, flashes of light behind her eyes, her throat burned as she screamed herself hoarse...

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Eventually, the room grew quiet, the only sounds left were soft breaths and muffled sobs. Sweat slid down Franco’s chest, tracing the lines of his abs. He brushed Petty’s flushed cheek, his rough thumb wiping away tears at the corners of her eyes.

Petty didn’t even have the strength to curse anymore. She blinked, her lashes wet, more tears spilling down her face and into Franco’s palm.

Franco’s expression darkened. He untied the twisted, stretched-out tie from her wrists. Her skin was so delicate, the rough fabric had left angry red marks.

“If you ever move out again without telling me, I won’t just use a tie next time.”

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