51 Chapter 51

"What?" Cullen asked in disbelief.

Her voice was barely a whisper so he strongly fought himself to believe he heard wrongly and maybe hallucinated.

Amelia sniffed. She parted her like to speak but her throat dried up when she remembered how ugly her skin looked. The bruises are something a man like Cullen would never want to see.

Feeling her self-hate crawling into her skin again, Amelia tore her arm from his hold. Cullen quickly grabbed her arm again, stopping her from leaving.

Amelia had no other option than to stand before him again and meet his eyes. The moment she met his snow-blue deep eyes, she threw restraint and everything that held her back from letting him play dirty with her body and mind into the rain and crashed their lips together for the second time in one night.

Cullen froze but quickly recovered himself. He hungrily wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her back.