Page 110 of The Revenge You Seek
"What's wrong?" he asks and I'm powerless but to look at him.
He's lying on his side, elbow on the pillow and his head resting on his palm. The sheets are pooled low on his waist, barely covering him and I wonder if he did that on purpose.
He knows I like his body. Hell, after the past few hours there's no way he can't know.
His skin is covered in deep gouges and scratches from my nails along with bite marks and hickeys.
My cheeks burn as I think about the animal he turns me into.
I didn't look at myself in the mirror in the bathroom, I was too scared to face what was going to look back at me, but I know I look like I've been locked in a cage with a lion, I feel it.
"W-why haven't you kicked me out?" I don't mean to ask the question but it falls from my lips without instruction from my brain.
He shrugs as if it's no big deal.
I stand there in the middle of his bedroom with the bottle of water in my hand and only wearing a towel feeling more awkward than I have in my entire life.
"Walk out if you want, but I'm not giving you a lift back to the dorms now."
"Uh…"
"Or just get the fuck in bed and go to sleep."
"Y-you want me to sleep in your bed?" I ask, my eyes as wide as saucers.
"Stop overthinking, Princess. I still hate you."
"G-good. Me too. Hate you, I mean."
"Wouldn't expect anything less."
"C-can I wear one of your—"
"No," he interrupts.
"N-no?"
"Naked or nothing."
I consider my options but in the end, the decision is taken out of my hands.
The towel is ripped from my body, the bottle in my hand crashes to the floor and I'm dragged into bed.
"Sleep," he demands. "Or I'll fuck you again.”
The latter is certainly tempting but I know it's time I shut this shit down and start closing the lid on the little box I've shoved Kane and all this bullshit inside.
I just need to wait for him to fall asleep, do what I need to do and then get the hell out.
* * *
I awake with a start, my heart thundering in my chest as I look around the dark room trying to figure out where I am.
Memories hit me one after another.
The hood of my car. His bed. The shower.
Fuck.
