Page 10 of Bad Blood

“I know you want to hurt me—”

“Yes, I fucking do.” I smile wide and proud. “Somebody should. I’m only not doing it because of that inheritance of mine.”

It’s the only reason I’m still here.

“Alright, well, it looks like we have some understanding.”

I don’t answer; I just walk away.

Times like these make me grateful I have the whole left wing of the house to myself. It’s like a separate house, but I have to enter through the front when I’m driving because of the garage.

Here, I have privacy and parties, women galore whenever I want to fuck, and most of all—secrets.

After I go inside, I lock the door with my key, so the staff knows not to disturb me. They hardly come here as it is because my door is mostly locked.

I head over to the liquor cabinet in the living room area, which is just a bit smaller than the main one.

Reaching into the little cupboard behind the bottles of wine my grandparents brought from Russia, I grab my stash of blow and a bottle of whiskey before heading up to my bedroom.

I have enough drugs in here to end my father and me both. If the cops got their hands on half the illegal shit I have stored up, there wouldn’t be a damn thing anyone would be able to do to get us off.

I head to my bedroom, throw myself down on the bed, and take a good dose of the blow and a swig of whiskey.

When I set the bottle down on the nightstand, I catch sight of the printout I got on Billie.

I pick it up and look at her picture. She looks completely different in real life from what I have before me.

For a start, she must have been no more than fourteen in this image, so she still has a childlike appearance on her face.

There was no resemblance to anything childlike on her face today.

What I saw today was raw beauty, and yes, Maksim, you’re right.

I did look at her like I wanted to fuck her brains out, then punish her mouth after with a mouthful of my dick. Except I was thinking of doing it the other way around.

Those pouty lips would be all over my dick first. I’d punish her face until tears formed in her eyes, then I’d bend her over my knee and fuck the hatred I feel toward her out of my system.

My dick twitches at the thought, and my mouth waters for the taste of her as if I’ve been starving for days.

Looks like I’m in for a very interesting time with Billie Fairchild.

Baby girl, I truly hope you listen to me and find a way to get the hell out of my life because I will destroy you.

That is one thing I promise you,Malyshka.

Chapter4

Billie

“You should definitely come to the party on Friday,” Isabelle bubbles as we walk out to the parking lot. “It will be fun and the perfect way to get over those new-girl nerves.”

She laughs heartily, and I appreciate the effort she’s making to be what I could call a friend.

“I don’t know. It might be too soon to do something like that.” I don’t feel comfortable enough to go to a party yet.

“That’s crazy. How can you even say that?”

“I just don’t want to put myself in any kind of situation where I may be picked on.”

---