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I got out from under his roof as soon as I could, but that didn’t stop him from popping by my place and demanding more.
If it had just been sex, it would have been one thing, but Brandon also liked hitting women, and with me he could do it with impunity. I don’t know at what point I stopped feeling anything he did to me, my body completely freezing him out. He called me a frigid bitch as he fucked, and hit me. And he was right.
Which is why I was so stunned by my reaction to Marius. The fact that I could feel his touch—the fact that Ilikedit— was a complete shock.
Maybe it was because his paddles, whips, and canes didn’t register on the same pain level as a punch or a kick. I don’t know, and I’m not willing to analyze it. I’d rather just push it all out of my mind.
But I know Brandon wouldn’t nab me from the bus stop. He’d come to the dorm and demand I let him in.
Which is why I’m at Violet’s.
“I’m giving you one minute to make the right choice, Sarah,” Marius tells me.
As far as I’m concerned, I am making the right choice: I’m checking my emails, pretending not to hear him.
I freeze when his car door opens, and he steps out.
He’s sickeningly perfect as usual, the golden exterior concealing the depravity beneath.
I wonder if such beauty causes entitlement. Beauty could have come first, and have warped their soul from the inside out. All I know is Brandon was the hottest thing in our town, and he was completely rotten. Marius is a Greek god made flesh, and has the moral compass of a cat, taking what he wants when he wants it, feeling entirely entitled to it. If so, I’m glad I’m average. At least I’m a worthy human being.
I immediately disavow my theory; I know plenty of gorgeous, nice people. Violet. Riley. Dez. Rhys—never mind, I remember what Violet told me about what he did to her. He might be nice enough now, and he’s always been charming towards me, but he’s nonetheless capable of heartlessness and cruelty as much as the rest of them.
I decide the cause of all evils is likely testosterone.
“What do you want, Marius?” I snap as he approaches.
Too close.
My entire body’s tense, aware of his presence; he’s a predator, and I’m not ashamed to shiver.
“I told you want I wanted about, oh, fifty-seven seconds ago.” He tilts his head. “Too late.”
On this note, he grabs hold of my waist. I only have enough time to lift my arm to push him away when he shoves me over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I scream. “Let me down! Marius, put me down right—”
The dick slaps my ass. I gasp in complete shock.
“Oh no, you didn’t!”
“I did, and I’ll do it again if you don’t cut the sass, your highness.”
He tosses me on the passenger seat none too gently. I swat his arm, which does absolutely nothing except make him grin.
Stupid lump of muscles.
“Seat belt,” he orders, shutting the door.
As he circles the truck, I consider my chances if I open the door and dart out.
I sigh, knowing full well what’d happen then. I’m not what one would call fast. He’ll catch me again, and likely, punish me for my “sass.”
“You’re an ass, you know that?” I say as he sits next to me.
I sound petulant to my own ear.
“I know. How dare I give you a lift home,” he chuckles, before repeating, “Your seat belt.”
