Page 113 of Obsessed Kings


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"You really think you’re something, don't you?" I walk toward Olivia, then grip her chin.

She quivers under my touch, trembling in my friends’ arms. "They won me a stuffed teddy. That’s why we’re kissing."

Rage snaps behind my temples.

An elastic band that’s been stretching in my core bursts at the seams.

My eyes turn to slits. "Tell me why I shouldn’t punish you in front of the entire school."

Olivia turns to Rook and Brock.

She expects them to save her.

They smirk as they nod at me.

Rook takes her left arm as Brock holds her right back.

Olivia’s eyes dark between them, confusion written on her face. "What the fuck?! Help me!"

I squeeze her chin. "You’re so fucking stupid for being so smart."

"We’re not your saviors, little girl," Rook growls, his fingers bruising her arm so hard that she yelps. "We’re your destruction."

Olivia screams as she struggles in their grip. Her arms thrash but Rook and Brock’s giant hands pin her down.

This is exactly what she deserves for being such a fucking whore.

I never should’ve given this bitch the benefit of the doubt.

Give an inch and this whore takes a mile.

She tramples all over me and leaves me out in the fucking cold.

Time and time again.

She hates my poetry. She’s a fucking whore bitch who deserves pain. Punishment.

I scream in her face. "First, I catch you fucking Rook in the goddamn bathtub in the penthouse thatmyfather pays for. Now you’re making out with them in front of the entire college. You’re a filthy fucking slut that I never should’ve face-fucked at that frat party. You drive me fucking crazy, Olivia. That’s why I speak to you this way. That’s why I treat you the way I do. Something about you communicates with the deepest frequencies of my heart. The ones I can’t access. You make something feel alive in me that I was convinced was dead. My world shattered when my little sister was raped and murdered. You have no idea what kind of fucking pain lurks in my soul. How fucked up I am. I can’t believe you’d treat me this way. Make me feel like a fucking piece of shit in front of the entire school. Humiliating me by kissing them without me. Walking around with a teddy bear like your loser fucking dad won it for you. You’re a woman. Quit walking around with a stuffed animal, bitch. Quit embarrassing me."

I push her leg aside easily, then rip off my pants.

"Behind the fucking cotton candy booth," I scream, my spit flying in her face.

I look insane.

No.

I am insane.

Olivia turns me into an asylum escapee.

She fucking provokes me until I can’t control myself.

Rook and Brock drag her on her ass to the cotton candy booth. The dirty carnival ground scrapes her ass cheeks. Discarded funnel cake wrappers stick to her kneecaps.

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