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TOO LATE : CHAPTER 61 – THE END

Chapter 70

She leans her head back until it’s resting on Luke’s shoulder, but she’s still staring down at me. “Remember the first time we had sx, Asa? The night you took my vrgnty?”

I shake my head, wanting her to shut up. That was special. Luke doesn’t need to hear about that from her, it’s mine.

That night is mine to share. Good girls don’t talk like she’s talking right now.

His other hand presses flat against her stomach and begins slowly sliding down. She m®ans right in front of me.

“I told you I wasn’t ready,” she says to me. “But when I woke up, you were on top of me.”

I shake my head. “Stop, Sloan. Don’t talk like this to me, baby. You don’t mean it.”

“Every time I think about that night, I throw up bile,” she whispers. “It burns my throat every time I think about how you took something so special from me and treated it like it was yours to do with as you pleased.”

My eyes watch Luke’s hand as it disappears inside Sloan’s pnties.

I feel stuff on my face. Wet shit. Tears. I’m gonna kll him so slowly until he begs me to take his life.

“The day I found out you lied about Stephen’s care?” she says, moaning in between sentences. “I was so scared of you, I let you have sx with me that night.

And I cried the entire time because it was the last place I wanted to be. You were the last person in the world I wanted touching me.”

She begins to stiffen beneath Luke’s hand.

Her arm goes up behind her and she snakes it around his neck. “I hate you, Asa. I hate you so much.”

She spins around and leans against the couch, pulling Luke to her. She lets him kss her while his hand is still inside of her.

I can’t watch.

I turn my head.

“Open your eyes, Asa,” Luke says.

“Fk you.”

I hear him march across the floor and then I feel him grab my hair. He bashes my head into the mantle behind me and holds it there until I look up at him.

“You’ll watch or I’ll staple your gddmn eyes open,” he says.

He walks back over to Sloan and pulls her pnties down to her ankles. She kicks them off.

I would turn away, but I still don’t believe she’ll do it. There’s no way she would do this to me. She doesn’t have it in her.

Luke lifts her shirt until her bbs are exposed, then he covers them with his mouth.

Oh, God

She won’t do it.

She won’t let him inside her.

She would never do that to me.

Sloan grabs his hair with both hands and says, “Fk me, Luke. Fk what’s yours now.”

….
I can’t breathe.

She reaches in his pnts.

Puts him inside of her.

God. No.

“Luke,” she breathes.

No.

Baby, no.

My chest hurts.

Fk.

No.

“God, Luke. Yes. Yes.”

No, no, no.

I’m dragging in breaths, trying to find enough to beg her to stop, but I can’t speak.

I bash my head against the mantle behind me.

Once.

Make her stop.

Twice.

Make him stop.

“Oh, God,” she says. Her eyes meet mine. “I didn’t know it could feel this good.”

Three times.

Four times.

The physical pain doesn’t even come close to what she’s doing to me.

She wraps her arms around his neck. “I love you, Luke,” she lies to him.

Her teeth meet his shoulder when he says, “I love you too, baby.”

I bash my head again for the fifth time.

Sixth time.

She says, “I’ll love you forever, Luke. Only you.”

And then she rips my heart out of my chest. She throws her head back and m®ans. Her whole body shakes like I’ve never seen it.

I want to d!e.

I hear him groaning. Groaning against her neck, buried inside of her, not even using a cd. He’s tainting her. Ruining her.

I want to d!e.

I close my eyes so I don’t have to see the aftermath. “Kll me,” I whisper. “Just kll me.”

I hear sirens.

Gddmit! The last thing I want to do is live with these visions in a prison.

I open my eyes and they’re finished. Sloan is pulling her pnties back on. “Wh’re,” I say to her. “You wh’re, just kll me.”

Sloan presses her lips to Luke one more time, and then she stands up straight, walking toward me. She bends down in front of me.

I would reach out and $trangle her, but I’m fairly certain I’ve lost too much bI.ood to even lift my arms now.

“No one is going to kll you, Asa. For the rest of your life, every time you close your eyes in that prison cell, I want you to see me. With Luke. Being fked by Luke. Marrying Luke. Having Luke’s babies.”

She leans in closer until I can smell the sx on her. She’s whispering when she looks me dead in the eyes and says, “And every year on April 20th, my beautiful family will be celebrating your birthday with a big, huge, delicious coconut cake, you sorry bstard.”

She stands up and grabs Luke’s hand. He wraps his arm around her and holds her while the door swings open.

Gvns are drawn.

Pointed at me.

But all I see is Sloan.

The wh’re is smiling, and it’s all I see.