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Why? Just why would I care about that scum?
I should be focusing on more important things. Such as my hit-and-run accident and trying to remember any snippets from that night.
The chaos from the party filters back into the room. I open my eyes, happy that Dan returned for me. Maybe he had too many drinks and decided to go home.
My breath catches in my throat when the door closes and Levi advances towards me with sure, wide steps.
A chaotic string of feelings pushes through me. I want to hit and claw at him. I want to scream at him, but that will only show that I care, so I pretend to watch the painting of good versus evil as I ask, “Aren’t you supposed to be with Nicole?”
He grabs both my hands in his stronger one. “I’m supposed to be right fucking here, princess.”
24
Astrid
It’s not me, it’s you.
* * *
“Don't touch me,” I grit out.
His body pushes into me, hands tightening around my wrists.
The small of my back hits the table as he towers over me, all hard ridges and powerful. However, I feel no intimidation.
Hell, I don’t even see him as an irresistible Viking right now.
He’s just a fucking bastard.
“I told you I’ll ruin you.” There’s a maliciousness in his tone. A sharpness that’s meant to cut. “I told you I’ll break you, but you still didn’t back down. You still taunted me as if asking me to retaliate harder.”
“Fuck you, Levi. Fuck. You. All I ever wanted is to live my last year in peace, but no, you had to ruin everything. Did I ask you to take an interest in me? Did I fucking make you? You’re the one who set out to destroy me in your stupid games.”
“And you’re the one who refused to lose.” His face tightens as if he’s the one mad, not the other way around.
“I wasn’t born to lose or to become a pawn on your board.”
He watches me, then, all intent as if he’s cutting me open and looking inside me. It would’ve been unnerving under different circumstances, but now, all I feel is contempt.
I want to ruin him as much as he ruined me.
This time, I want to be the predator instead of the prey.
“What you saw isn’t what it seemed,” he says in a cool tone like we’re discussing the weather.
"Sure thing. I definitely didn't see you getting your dick sucked by Nicole, King."
“Don't call me that.”
“Isn’t that what you demand everyone to call you, King?”
“Not you.”
As if possible, his chest comes impossibly closer. My breasts brush against his Elites’ jacket with every breath. I try not to focus on how full and tight they feel or how my nipples ache in response.
His fresh scent mixed with a distant whiff of Vodka fills all my senses.
His presence is like a natural disaster; impossible to avoid and always leaves destruction behind.
