Page 25 of Chaos at Westbrook High

“I wanna hatefuck you so bad right now.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” His big hand slowly travels over my side, my stomach, then down to my inner thigh, his thumb teasing the edge of my pussy over my shorts. “I’ll pull your hair and you can bite my neck. It’ll make me fuck you even harder, rougher,” he adds, his voice low and gravelly. “I could make you feel so fucking good, right here on the hood of his car.”

“You’re insane,” I rasp, dropping my eyes to that neck he was talking about, imagining it before I can stop myself, the way it would feel to sink my teeth into his inked skin while he fucks me.

“Is that a yes?”

I open my mouth, but no words come out. He grins like he’s got me, and then I finally come to my senses and knock my fist into his chest. “That’s a not a chance in hell.”

“Why not?”

I try to shove him, but he refuses to move his heavy body off mine.

“Because I don’t like you, and I don’t want you,” I growl, craning my neck to check no one’s watching from the building beside us.

He’s laughing at me again, using his fingers to move the hair stuck to my face, slowly dipping his head to speak over my lips. “Tell me to get off you.”

“What?”

“When you fight me, it feels like foreplay. Your body’s betraying you, so use your words instead. Tell me to get off, and I’m gone.”

I glare, and he smirks, the cocky fucker.

“That’s what I thought.”

“I hate you.”

“Mm,” he says, peeling himself off me just as the sound of a familiar car engine rumbles loudly beside us. I tense, but I don’t dare look over there. I refuse to let them see my fear.

Still flat on my back, my damp shirt ridden up to my ribs, Kai runs his finger over my hip bone, then across my waistband to the other one. I slap his hand away. He chuckles.

“We’re gonna have so much fun playing this game, baby girl.”

My glare deepens as he backs away. “What’s the game?”

“You are,” he says simply.

Chapter 10

KAI

She looks truly furious, dripping wet and hot as fuck, and I have to force myself to keep moving away from her. I can’t help teasing her a little though, lifting my shirt and wringing it out with my fist. She fights it at first, the defiant little thing she is, but then her eyes drop to my abs, and I make a point to lift it up a little higher, showing her what could belong to her if she’d just let herself have it.

“Tell Derek if I see him around you again, I’ll?—”

“You won’t do shit,” she cuts in.

I raise a brow. “Won’t I?”

“You’ll have to catch him first.”

Amused, I let her win this one, taking one last look at her over my shoulder, not even bothering to hide how much I want her. I want her to know. I want her to feel it, to feel me long after I’m gone, to think about me and obsess over me the way I do her.

I want to stay and fight with her, play with her some more, but I don’t because there’s a black Lamborghini parked on the street outside her apartment building, and the driver looks like he’ll jump out and drag me back by the scruff of my neck if I try to run away again.

Running a hand through my wet hair, I stop at the driver’s side and lean over to rest my forearms on the door. Instead of looking at me, he’s staring at Hailey behind me, his jaw locked up tight with his hand flexing on the steering wheel.

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