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Pain shoots through me, and as he releases my lip, I run my tongue along the ache, tasting blood.
"I hate you, too, baby sister," he mumbles against my lips.
I frown, bringing my hands to his hair and pulling. It's wild, unruly around his head. His eyes are the darkest I've ever seen. His face is a work of art, completely chiseled. I could stare at him all day.
As long as he doesn't speak.
I pull him down, until my lips rest against his ear. "Sometimes I wish everything bad in the world would happen to you," I whisper seductively, running my fingers along his sharp jaw. His head snaps to my finger, and he bites down, the sharp canine tooth digging into my skin.
"You too, baby." He shoves off me, pulls the condom off and tucks himself back into his jeans. Glancing at me once more, he steps back, his face once again cold and emotionless.
"That's it?" I ask, sitting up. I pull my shirt over my breasts and yank my skirt over my thighs to cover myself. "Just walking away?"
He frowns. "What, you want to fucking snuggle or something?"
My face screws up. "What? Fuck no." I mean, I don't know. I guess I just didn't expect him to be so cold. But, he is Malik, so maybe I shouldn't have had any high hopes in the first place.
He stares at me, his eyebrows raised as he waits for an answer.
I don't give him one.
He turns around, heading toward the door, when a book falls off the shelf.
He pauses in his step, and I turn around, spotting a book on the floor at the far end of the room. The spine sits bent against the ground, the pages fluttered up and blowing in the non-existent breeze.
"What the fuck?" he asks, taking a step toward the book.
I hear a scrape against wood and turn my head to the other end of the room, seeing a book fly from the shelf. Malik ducks, and it crashes against a mirror on the wall beside him. The book falls to the ground, and the mirror turns into a spiderweb of shattered glass.
My eyes widen as I stare at Malik. He stands up, glaring at me with a fierce scowl. "What the fuck is this?"
I shake my head, standing up. Terror racks my body, and I can barely get any words out. "I don't know," I whisper.
The scrape happens again, the sound of an old spine sliding out from between other books. I duck before I see it, and a red, thick, bound book flies across the room, knocking a figurine off the table.
"Move. Get the fuck out of here." He rushes toward me, and nothing else needs to be said. I'm already moving, sprinting toward the door before a book knocks one of us out. My hand goes to the handle, but it doesn't budge.
"It's locked."
"Move." He shoves me out of the way. A literal hand on my shoulder and he pushes. Hard. I scowl at him as I stumble. His hand goes to the brass knob, and he wiggles it, pulling on the door. All I can hear are the hinges working against one another.
"How is that possible? Doesn't it lock from this side?" I cry out.
He slaps his palm against the door, just as another book flies out.
"Duck!" I scream, falling to my knees.
Malik moves just in time. A black book flies out, crashing against the door before falling to his lap.
He turns toward me. "I should really fucking kill you for this."
My chest hiccups, and I stand up, slapping my palms against the wooden door. "Someone! Can anyone hear me? Help! Help us!"
He snarls at me. "No one's fucking here. Are you stupid?" He rushes away from the door, walking to a desk in the corner of the room. He opens a drawer, pulling out a thick black book with a cross on the front.
A Bible.
He opens another drawer, pulling out a small cross.
