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I close my mouth around my finger with a satisfied smack of my lips and groan low in my throat. “Mhmm. Tastes so good.”
“Are you trying to make an enemy of me?” He asks with a menacing growl.
“Aren’t you already?” I question back, flippantly. “I might as well have some fun.”
“This is nothing, sweetheart. You have no idea how painful I can make life for you.” He hisses in my face. He says it with such menace that I have to physically fight against the fear slithering in my veins.
Enough with the intimidation tactics.
I stand up, forcing him to stand to his full height. He towers over me in both size and strength. This close to him, I can make out every detail of his face. The deep green eyes that say everything and nothing all at once. The smattering of beauty marks on the left side of his face. There’s one right above his mouth and it adds to the sensuality of his lips.
For a moment, I imagine what it would feel like to be kissed by him. Would he be gentle, taking his time to explore?
Who am I kidding?
His kiss would be savage and out of control, like the rest of him. He’d take instead of asking, his tongue thrusting between my lips and plundering my mouth like he has every right to it.
We seem stuck in this moment, him looking down at me and me up at him. I can feel the stares of our friends, the stares of dozens of other students boring into my back.
They’re watching this tense exchange, expecting me to bow down before the king like they all do.
Getting on my tip toes, I bring my face closer to his.
His hand comes out to grip my upper arm. It’s a dominant move, a bruising hold meant to control how close I can get to him.
But it’s also possessive, his thumb rubbing tiny circles on my skin.
I don’t think he realizes he’s doing it.
I put my hand on his chest and feel the mad race of his heartbeat as I lean in to whisper against his ear.
“Do your worst.”
I try to shake out of his grasp, but he doesn’t let me go. At least not instantly. He just stares, his eyes narrowed on me as he takes me in.
I rip my arm from his grasp, spin on my heel and walk away. Spaghetti falls from my clothing with every step I take.
“Bellamy, wait.” Sixtine says. “We’re coming with.”
“Typical, Sixtine. Always the blind follower.”
She whips around to face Phoenix, the movement violent in its speed. “Unlike you, I don’t turn my back on my friends.”
“You really want to go there?” He sneers at her.
“No, I think we’ve said all we have to say to each other.”
She hooks her arm in mine and we walk out with Nera and Thayer in tow, the latter having flicked her middle finger at Rhys on her way out.
I try to hold back but ultimately can’t resist a look back as I exit. He’s standing where I left him and he hasn’t moved.
His gaze is fixed on my retreating form and I don’t think he blinks. Not even when a manicured hand comes around his waist to rest on his stomach.
My heartbeat stutter steps as I see that hand rest on him with such casual ownership. My gaze slides to the left to look at the hand’s owner. It’s a girl with golden blond hair, dressed in what looks like a designer outfit and sporting the snidest smile I’ve ever seen. She’s beautiful and vicious all at once.
Must be his girlfriend.
I don’t like the small knot I feel pulling at my stomach at that thought. I make myself look away as we exit.
