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Her words race through my head, and a pang in my chest makes me frown. I don't know why this affects me so much. Just like our fight after her kiss with my brother. I can't stand that she's afraid of me. It destroyed me to see her so scared and I don't know why.
When I saw the look in her eyes, I knew I had to leave. I needed to take my anger out somewhere else. On someone else. Hitting Tom didn't make me feel better. Neither did fucking that bitch. All I could think about was her.
Her chocolate-colored eyes. Her long, silky brown hair. Her full lips and petite body makes me have dirty thoughts every time my eyes roam over her curves.
I cursed myself as I fucked the blond fairy and all I could think about was her being underneath me. I wanted it to be her, not that brainless slut. I felt disgusted with myself when I realized I had come imagining her sliding down my cock and not my actual partner.
I don't know what she did to me and I hate it.
I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. A knock at the door makes me frown. I go to open it, rolling my eyes in exasperation at the sight of the fairy from last night. She giggles at the sight of me, her eyes roaming unabashedly over my bare, muscular torso. She twirls a strand of hair around her finger and bites her lip, trying to be seductive. The opposite effect occurs as I feel a wave of nausea wash over me. My gaze darkens with anger when I realize this, and I snarl.
“What do you want?”
“Want to have a redo of last night?” She giggles.
Fucking slut.
I clench my jaw until my teeth hurt. I feel disgusted at the thought of fucking her again and hate myself even more for it.
Before I met her, I would have fucked that bitch all night and all day, with nothing on my mind but my own pleasure. Now? I can't imagine fucking anyone but her. And I haven't had her yet.
Fuck, what will it be like when I finally fuck her?
My knuckles turn white as I grip the door tightly and mock the girl, my tone more venomous than I anticipated. “Not gonna happen, bitch.”
I slam the door in her face and smile devilishly when I hear her start to sob behind the closed door.
Pathetic.
I go to my closet to pick out some clothes and get dressed. I don't know where she went and honestly, I don't care. I don't want to go looking for her. I grab my cigarettes and leave the dorm. The blonde bitch is sitting by my door, still whining like an idiot. When she hears me, she looks up, hope shining in her eyes but I just leave, grinning devilishly as I hear her cry louder.
Lamentable.
My eyes wander across the common room of building G and my gaze darkens when I notice my brother sitting on a couch with a book in his hands. His blue eyes glare back at me harshly when he sees me, and I feel my fists clench.
Maybe he needs another beating…
I leave the building and my feet carry me to the now-abandoned church at the back of the courtyard, right next to the teachers' building. I then climb the spiral staircase of the bell tower and walk to one of the openings, sitting on the ledge, my legs dangling over the edge. I take out a cigarette and light it, inhaling the intoxicating smoke, calming my angry and confused mind.
Unfortunately, my mind wanders to her again and my anger returns. She must have bewitched me. I have no other explanation as to why she won't leave my fucking mind. I know why I despise her and I've known it all along.
The fact that she doesn't want to refuse our marriage and that she behaves like a good, obedient wife pisses me off. Ofcourse, I like it when women bend to my will, doing everything I ask, letting me use them. What man doesn't love a good submissive? But I also like it when they have a backbone so I can punish them. The satisfaction is all the greater.
But with her? All I could think when I first met her was that she is fucking annoying. She's too sweet and innocent, and I hate it. Tom's right, she's nowhere near the sluts I usually fuck.
I'm rotten to the core, molded by my father to be his perfect copy. I'm incapable of compassion or love. All I can feel is anger and joy at the smell of my victim's blood on my hands. That's what I've been taught my whole fucking life.
When my eyes first met hers and she told me who she was, I knew I was going to ruin her. I don't know why my father chose her to be my wife, but I know I would be her downfall. She is pure and I am about to destroy her.
Now that I know Tom wants her, I don't want anyone else to have her but me. It should bother me, but instead, the prospect excites me. I want to ruin her, destroy her, and reshape her the way I want.
I take a drag on my cigarette and promise myself I'll turn this girl into someone so rotten that no one will ever dare look at her again without knowing she's mine.
CHAPTER 13
Aelys
“You didwhat?” Nancy cries out, outraged.
