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"No," he growls, staring down at me. The way he bares his teeth is menacing. They are sharp, razor-like as they shine down on me. Like a fucking ravenous wolf.
The air starts to cool my skin, and goosebumps break out along my wet body. "I'm getting in the fucking shower. I'm not even done rinsing. Get out of my way." I point at my sudsy hair.
His hand reaches down, and he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing a toned stomach, ripped all the way from his pecs down to his hip bones. There isn't an inch of his body that isn't rock-hard.
He looks lethal.
"You must be the son," I mumble, staring at the dip near his hips that lead below the belt.
His eyes swing to the space between my legs, his tongue poking out to run across his lower lip. "And you must be the little bitch coming to sleep in my house." I step around him, and his hand goes to my bicep, his fingers digging into my skin.
I stare at his muscular hand, the tendons cording up his wrist and forearm.
He releases me quickly, shaking his hand out and scowling down at his fingers. He looks like he just touched a pile of shit instead of my wet arm. "Get the fuck out of here."
My nostrils flare, done with this back and forth. If the fucker just let me hop in the shower and rinse off, I'd let him get on with his jacking off, or whatever the hell he does in the shower at night.
I go to move past him again. "Move out of my way."
He picks me up this time, his arms circling my waist, his hands firm against my slippery body. I slap and scratch at his naked back. I can feel his skin shred beneath my nails. "Fuck you, let me go!"
He opens the door with one hand, andliterallytosses me into the hallway. My wet limbs crash to the dark tiles, the hardness slamming against my knees and ankles.
He doesn't say another word, slamming the door in my face.
I can feel my face turn red, and I stand up, my hand going straight for the knob to open it again, only to find resistance.
Locked.
Dread and hate drip into my stomach. I couldn't hate a human more than I do right now. If I can even call him that.
I stand in the hallway, the darkness surrounding me, freezing my flesh all the way to my bones. Shivering, I rush back into my room, slamming the door shut as hard as I can behind me. It shakes the wooden trim, and I wish for a second my slamming would have broken the entire house.
This place is a damn nightmare.
6
MALIK
Isit over my kitchen table, my phone laying in front of me as I scroll through another endless number of messages.
You're so hot.
Let's meet tonight.
Want to hang out after school?
No. No, I fucking do not.
Swipe left. Swipe left. Swipe motherfucking left.
Are any of these girls at Castle Pointe Academy worth meeting? Do I ever feel like sliding between any of these girls’ legs?
No, I really don't.
"You got home late last night," my father calls as he walks into the kitchen. He adjusts his black tie, a smirk on his face like he's living his best life.
I guess at least one of us is.
