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Jake lets go and stands back up. Looking down at the poor girl crying on the chair.

“Was that clear enough for you?”

I reluctantly snap back into my body and shut my eyes, trying to force the flow of tears to stop but it only squeezes more out of me.

I’ve never had an enemy before. Never had someone who's made it a point to ruin my life. Someone whose sole purpose was to bring me down. But with Jake standing before me now, I know this is about to end. I’ve found my enemy. Because that’s what Jake is now, isn’t it? He decided he wanted to ruin me and he’s not going to stop until it’s done.

I don’t have the strength to keep looking at him and my gaze falls. I give a slow, short nod. Anything. Anything for him to keep that secret to himself. If the Bakers learn what mom and I did...I don’t even want to think about it. I don’t know how he found out but it’s too late to lie about it now.

I can feel his hand on the top of my head, stroking my hair.

“Good. Survival instinct, Angel. Now go shower,” he concludes in a satisfied voice. He seems to have relaxed now.

Of course he has. He’s made up a whole new game, with a whole new set of rules, and it’s barely started but he knows he’s already won.

CHAPTER 12

‘Follow my pattern in darkness

Passion and pain taste the same when I’m weak’

Passion and Pain Taste the Same When I’m Weak – Tove Lo

Jake

Control. Control. Control.

How far do I need to take it before I’m satisfied? How far until my unhealthy need is satiated?

When I went to Jamie’s house, I thought I’d give her a good scare and take the phone back. Then she lied to me. Tried to hide that she stole from us. So, I decided to play with her a little before leaving. But the way she reacted, how hot she got for me, panting like a bitch in need, it stirred something in me. It woke up the beast I’d managed to keep down since moving to Stoneview.

Jamie Williams doesn’t go down without a fight and I can’t stand not having control over her. She stole, lied, and went directly against everything I threatened her with. She left me with no choice. She poked the devil inside me until I broke and now, I’ve gone too far to come back. Now Ineedto control her. And right now, the only thing bringing me satisfaction is the fear in her eyes when she realizes I’ve got her cornered and she’s left with no choice but to play my game by my rules.

“Door to the left,” I say as she opens my bedroom door.

She gets out without a glance back and I let myself fall on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

Shit!

As soon as she’s out of sight I’m hit with what I’ve just done. I’ve let the worst of me take over. It hadn’t happened in years. Almost three years to be precise. Three years of pure control over the darkest parts of myself. And it took Jamie all of two weeks to fuck it all up.

Last Friday, I started to lose it then. Because I threatened her, and she didn’t give a shit. I like it when everything goes my way. I can’t live any other way anymore. But fuck knows that deep down I enjoy it the most when there’s something to tame. The reward feels a hundred times better.

That’s what I used to love about Camila. She used to be feisty, she used to fight me on my shit. But she quickly gave in. She fell in love with me, she gave up by fear of losing me. Now she likes to be controlled, especially by me.

As if summoned by my thoughts of her, my phone beeps next to me to a text from Camila.

Cam: Can I come early?

“Shit,” I mutter in a sigh.

I grab my phone and reply a quick excuse to keep her away from here as long as possible. My mind is focused on Jamie, I can’t even begin to think of Camila. All my thoughts are turned to the girl in the shower.

I have to restrain myself from bursting into that bathroom and drag her naked body back to my bed. My cock tightens imagining the water trickling down her shoulders, the drops rolling down her breasts, and dribbling from her tight buds. My hand slides to my dick and I hold it through my jeans when there’s a knock on the door.

“Fuck,” I let out.This fucking girl.

I jump off the bed, snap the door open, grab Jamie’s wrist, and drag her inside in a harsh pull. I slam the door closed without releasing her wrist. She drops the clothes she was holding.

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