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He pushes a door open and we’re in a small room. It’s rundown and not well-maintained.
I’m on a bed, and his hands are on me.
His face is blurry now and tears are running down my cheeks, but I can’tfeelanything.
“My fight…” I repeat.
I’m not wearing my jeans and my top anymore. I can see them beside me on the bed as my head lolls to the side.
“Don’t…” I choke. My thoughts blend, my words not coming out clearly. That’s all I can repeat over and over again. “Don’t…”
His hands are on my thighs, spreading them apart.
I try to lift my arm and push him away, but I can’t even detect my own body, let alone his. And my arm feels like lead. My entire body does. I can’t move any limbs whatsoever while he handles me like a ragdoll.
“Don’t…” I repeat one last time before I give up altogether.
19
CADEN
Super Villain - Stileto, Silent Child, Kendyle Paige
When did I turn into a fucking stalker?
I used to barely remember a girl’s name. I’d fuck her, mark her, and bump into her a couple of days later, only knowing I did so because she was baring my bruises on her jaw.
I wish I could forget about Billie Scott. I want to drill into my chest and rip out the bits of my heart that she’s infected.
My dad’s funeral was barely finished when my feet took me to my car. I drove fifteen minutes before I realized I was going to her house. I couldn’t even control it.
I’m trying to feel sad for my dad, trying to think of all the things I will miss. But the truth is, we never shared anything, let alone love. Kay didn’t cry, either. She was too busy sorting out what is going to happen moving forward with Sawyer, and who will take over. My dad would have wanted it to be Sawyer because my sister doesn’t have a dick between her legs. But we’re trying our best to avoid that.
There’s no time to think of the bastard who slightly participated in giving me life when NSC started a war on us. I was more worried about my two nieces not being traumatized by the whole thing and making sure they get to a house where they’ll be safe rather than grieving my father.
Now that burying him is out of the way and I had food with everyone who came to give me their condolences, I want to spend time with the woman who poisoned my mind with her doe-eyes and fucking tank tops.
So I’m standing right in front of her bedroom window, listening to the music shaking her house.
She just said she wouldn’t see me tonight, and I’m not sure what to fucking do with myself. I don’t want to go hang out with Ethan and Elliot. I just want to smell her raspberry and mint shampoo and bury my dick inside her again as I pull at her long ponytail.
Monday night was meant to be a punishment for her. I was raging and feeling betrayed, and I wanted to hurt her. Not only did she enjoy herself in the process, but I only plunged myself deeper into my infatuation with her.
Billie Scott gets wet from being tied up and assaulted.
Billie Scott fits perfectly with my violent tendencies, and now I’m fucked.
Because what’s the point in looking for anything else in life when the woman of my dreams is at the tip of my fingers? I could hurt her, make her scream from pleasure all night long, and make her breakfast in the morning while we talk about what our lives could be far from the North Shore.
I could make her come over and over again before planning our future together. Her, me, and even that murderous dog of hers.
Fuck. I can really see us building something together away from here.
All that because I finally pushed her past the breaking point. And instead of breaking, she flourished into precisely who I needed in my life.
I was angry at Billie that night, but how long can I hold a grudge against someone who didn’t truly do me wrong? She was stuck between her crew and me. Who am I to be chosen over her family? I’m just the guy who ruined her life two years ago. Who changed the course of it and selfishly steered her back to me.
I was scared because my nieces could have died in that fire. But they’re fine. The fear has passed, and Billie is still on my mind constantly.
