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He tilts his head to the side. “Aww. Miss me?”
I’m instantly annoyed with his sarcasm and his little games. “Obviously not.”
He gives me a devilish grin. “You want to be a smartass?” He lifts his lips with a maniacal smile that has goosebumps raising on my skin. He pushed me in between three of the mirrors with only one way out, and he is blocking me by standing behind me. He forcibly turns my head, and there is a clear view to the entrance from his angle. I can see Chris with his arms folded across his chest waiting for me.
“You see that? He is pathetic, isn’t he? Waiting for you like a pussy. Thinking he can convince you to like him. Too bad I’m always a step ahead.”
“What are you talking about?”
Ky slides his nose on the skin by my neck, making my legs buckle as his teeth follow, lightly scraping my skin. He holds me against him. “Hmm. I can tell you missed me. Nothing that concerns you for now. All in due time.”
I wonder what he means. Ky is talking crazy. He thinks he can just show up and I’ll fold and fall at his feet without answers. Fuck him.
“Let me go,” I say through clenched teeth, trying to wiggle away from his grasp, but he is holding me tight against his chest. The ridge of his cock pocking me in my back. “See what you do to me.” I arch because my nipples are hard, and I want him. I want to feel him, and he senses it. “Did you think I was going to let you go. Did you think I was playing around when I said I’ll never leave you.” He slides his other hand inside my shirt and finds my erect nipple. “Is this for me, Rubi? Are your tits for me?” He pinches my nipple and I’m about to cry out, but his other hand covers my mouth. “Now. Now. If you scream, then someone will come, and what Is the fun in that, huh? You like mirrors?”
My eyes widen when I see my reflection and his eyes staring right back at me. “I was trying to be nice and remove my hand, but you are being a bad girl. So I’ll just let you watch. Understood?”
I nod my head because his cock is hard like a steel rod behind me, and he bends his knees and grinds his hips so I can feel him. He wants me to feel how hard I make him, and my panties are wet. I won’t be surprised if the crotch area of my jeans doesn’t have a wet spot seeping through.
“I have missed you, Rubi,” he whispers. “I hope you liked the little flowers I left you. A token of my friendship. Now I need to show you a token of my possession.”
I whimper, because at the same time he is rubbing himself on my backside, his other hand is rubbing the crotch of my jeans where my clit is rubbing against the rough fabric. The friction he is causing is driving me wild, but I know it is wrong. There is nothing right about what he does to me, and it’s messing with my head. It is dirty, and my mind is screaming at how shameful it is while at the same time I’m watching Chris wait for me. I know there is not much time before Chris starts to get worried and asks the operator to come and look for me, but I have a feeling Ky is aware of that. That doesn’t stop him from cornering me and doing what he wants.
This is the part of Ky that scares me but thrills me at the same time. I know that sounds crazy and his actions are borderline psychotic, but I have dealt with crazy and the depraved. Maybe I’m used to it. Maybe in some twisted way I’m so fucked up that I like that he does it. In the back of my mind, it is probably why I don’t tell Stephen or Caroline that he sneaks in my room, because the little eleven-year-old girl inside of me is hoping she gets her best friend back. But that is crazy because eleven-year-old Ky is gone. He grew up, and now all he wants to do is make me pay for leaving him.
“I’m not going to stop coming for you, Rubi. This is your last warning. You saw what happened to Patty for taking you on a joy ride to show you his hideous art. It’s a shame all that hard work went to waste on those buildings. I think he understands now to stay away from you.” He kisses the skin below my ear and rasps. “Now you defy me and go to the fair with one of my friends.” Tsk. “I hate to make him my enemy, but for you, I just might. It won’t stop me from ruining his chance at playing football ever again for touching you. Make sure he keeps his hands to himself.”
I’m panting, and my nose flares like a bull waiting to fight. What the fuck is wrong with him? He has lost his mind.
“What are you going to do? Hurt every guy who comes near me or touches me?”
“Ding. Ding Ding. I knew you were a fast learner.” He licks my ear lobe, causing electric currents to snake down my spine. I close my eyes, battling the want and anger coursing through me, but he continues, “The fate of everyone around you depends on what you allow and what they do to you…and I’m the judge.”
“You’re fucking crazy?”
I said it. I hope it sinks in what I think of him because the things he is saying are psychotic, and he is obviously stalking me. Since I showed up, he has been watching me, waiting, sneaking into my room and placing me in my bed, even watching me sleep.
“Some have called me worse, but in your case, I’d rather go with obsessed. We don’t have much time,preciosa. I want to give Chris the benefit of the doubt before I have to teach him not to fuck with what is mine.”
“I’m not yours,” I snap.
I’m irritated with him. He thinks he can do whatever he wants by pulling the strings. He thinks he has control. I’m about to scream, but he clamps his hand over my mouth, muffling the sound from escaping my lips. Then he bites my neck hard enough to leave a mark, sucking on my tender skin as he tears his mouth away.
He pushes me away from him on a laugh. “I’ll see you later tonight, Rubi. I can finish what I started because I love to see the look on your face when you come.”
Tears have collected in the corner of my eyes because I’m angry and pissed off at him. But most of all, I’m angry at myself for letting him do this to me.
Rubi
I EXIT THEride and see Chris waiting for me. His eyes widen when he finally spots me. I tried to see the damage Ky inflicted on my neck by looking in the last mirror but it was warped. It was so red and I had no choice but to undo my braids to cover it.
“Did you get lost in there?”
No, your best friend is a freak and stalked me until he cornered me to whisper crazy shit in my ear and bite me, warning me not to let you touch me.But I don’t say that.
Instead, I point at my wild hair. “I was busy taking out my braids. They were giving me a headache. The mirrors were better in there than the bathroom,” I lie.
He rubs his chin, probably skeptical about my reason for taking so long, but the conscious part of my brain is telling me how stupid I must sound because we both know I didn’t go to the bathroom.
