Page 49 of Raise Hell

A girl this infuriating has no right to be so sexy.

And she likes her pleasure with a little bit of pain.

The elevator bell dings. That sound is like a splash of cold water on my libido. We’re moments from random drunk girls spilling out into the hallway.

Breaking our kiss, Olivia shoves at my chest hard enough to bruise. She drops to the ground with a loud thump as I let her go. I make a point of not stepping back. Instead, I angle my body only slightly to the side so she has to force herself out from between me and the wall.

The last thing I see is the stricken expression on her face before she is running down the hallway toward the stairs.

A few girls who were clearly at the Havoc party spill into the hallway as the elevator doors open. They all stop and stare when they see me standing there, but they know better than to say anything.

All it takes is a cold look to send them scurrying away.

I let myself back into Felicia’s room and sit down at the desk. Even though I make a point of checking that she’s still breathing, my mind is far away from my sister.

I’ve finally figured out how I’m going to deal with Olivia. Threats don’t work, and I doubt pure violence would, either.

That girl is her own worst enemy.

She’ll just keep coming back for more. I have to give her something she won’t be expecting.

I just have to turn her against herself.

I’m going to screw with her mind.

And her body.

Then, I’m going to destroy her. The whole school will bear witness. Whatever is left of her will want to be as far away from me — and St. Bart’s — as humanly possible.

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