Page 14 of Bad Blood

“Let. Me. Go.”

“It’s so pretty, I want to fuck it. So defiant, I want to punish it until you choke on my cock.”

My eyes turn to saucers, and shock pulses through every nerve of my body. At that moment, I realize what the look in his eyes is.

It’s lust.

The idea would be laughable if he didn’t just say what he said to me.

I must be more fucked up than I realized because his dirty words stir arousal once more deep in my core, and I imagine him fucking my face with his cock.

“Maybe you like the idea of being my little slut,” he taunts, pulling me from the dark vision.

I yank myself free of his grasp, raise my hand, and slap him right across his face so hard it leaves a mark.

Those passing by and watching us—watchingand once again doing fuck all to help me—gasp in surprise.

I’m only surprised I found the strength to hit him, but my action in and of itself didn’t surprise me.

It was that word he used that made me snap—slut.

On hearing it, I reactted like I do every time I’m dehumanized with that word, and I remember what happened to me when I was just a little girl.

That’s what the devil used to call me when he forced himself on me.

Years later—so many years later—and I still can’t forget.

Chad looks surprised but completely unfazed. “Consider that your second strike, but for what it’s worth, I like your fire.”

“Leave me alone. I don’t know you, and you don’t know me. Just stay away from me.”

“No.” He chuckles. “You and I have only just begun.”

I’m done here. I open the car door and get in, but when I pull away, the steering feels weird, and the warning notifications come on. It feels like I have a flat tire, but on all four wheels.

Something is wrong with the car, but what? It was fine this morning. I wait until I get a little ways away from my monster before I stop and get out of the car to check the tires.

When I do and see that all my tires have been slashed, I realize with horror that motherfucker did it.

I look back to where he was standing, but he’s gone.

Christ. What the hell?

He’s a fucking psycho.

So am I supposed to allow him to get away with this?

Hardly.

It’s not in my nature to bow down and take shit from anybody.

Two can play at this game of shit, and I just signed up to be a player.

Chapter5

Billie

Bastard.

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