Page 115 of King of My Heart

“While you were with him,” Rachel cries. She doesn’t even notice Sam and me, her broken stare remaining on Rose.

“No, no…” Rose puts two hands on either side of Rachel’s face, framing her in so she can focus on her. “I was on my way to yours, but then Nate said I should say bye because they were leaving. So I went, and then he…he…hedid it. It wasn’t me! And then Vik—” she catches herself just on time, “—the Volkovs happened, and I was gone and—”

“You chose to go to him instead of me. You chose to disappear on meagain.”

Her words make Sam chuckle. “She always chooses to disappear.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Rose rages, but it doesn’t stop him.

“You know why you always disappear on people, Rose?” Sam keeps taunting her. “Because you love when they look for you.”

“I swear to god, Sam—”

But he’s caught Rachel’s attention, and he’s not letting go of it. He continues but addresses himself to her. “She likes being desired, chased after. She makes herself unattainable so that people stay interested and keep chasing her. All this is because she’s scared of being alone, of being uninteresting, of beingabandoned.”

He turns back to Rose from his chair he uses as a throne. “All you are is the typical girl with abandonment issues. And all you did was take down an innocent girl with you.”

Rose is panting with anger, but he doesn’t truly get his point across. Because instead of inciting Rachel to leave her for good, I can see the pity in her eyes. As if Rose truly can’t help but be the way she is. This girl has way too much empathy.

I don’t.

“Funny coming from the guy who keeps falling at her feet,” I calmly tell Sam.

He finally turns to me, as if he had forgotten I was here, right by the door, ready to leave our relationship while he focuses on destroying someone else’s.

“Funny coming from the guy obsessed with her.” I raise an eyebrow at him. “Being the guy enthralled by the typical girl with abandonment issues.” I shake my head and roll some rings around my fingers. “Shit, what does that makeyou?”

Back to his silent self, I know it means he cares, and somehow, it makes me feel a little warmer inside. Just to know I have a grip tight enough on him to still hurt him.

“It makes you the guy who pretends he can be in a relationship when he’s never let go of the woman he’s loved forever.”

I watch his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows my words.

“You really love her, don’t you?” Silence, silence, silence. Always silence. “Do you know what I did to the woman you love tonight, Sam?” The evil smirk that spreads on my lips gives my shadow the horn of the Devil, as if inhabited by Satan himself. “I made her kneel and come at my feet.”

“What?” Sam snaps.

“What?” Rachel echoes, a little less anger in her word.

Rose doesn’t try to cut me off. No, because that was her plan all along. To destroy Sam and me from the inside. I’m glad I can offer her my heartbreak so ideally.

“I had her rub against the shoeyoubought me, in a suityougot me and a clubyougot us in. I did that until she was coming all over it. I got her inyourcar and fingered her until her moans resonated so loudly in it, I forgot my heartbeat was meant to resonate to the sound of yours.” I chuckle to myself, ready to finally end him. “You got a kiss, baby. You might know how delectable her mouth is. But if only you knew how sweet her pussy tastes.”

It takes a few seconds for him to register everything I’ve just said. He nods slowly, chewing over the words, turning around the thoughts in his mind. Who betrayed him the most? Who got their best revenge? Her or me? He’s torn about who he hates the most right now, but I already know who will get the big prize.

He finally gets off his seat in one harsh movement, making the chair tumble over. The jealousy in his gaze is a raging storm, that’s for Rose. But the obsessivity? The possession? That’s all for me, and I drink it up.

He pounces on Rose so quickly she has zero chance to escape him. Rachel screams when he grabs her girlfriend by the throat and drags her to the nearest wall.

“You’re a dead girl. You know that, right?”

Rose is on her tiptoes, both her hands wrapped around Sam’s strong forearm. His fingers dig into her neck and push at her collar, replacing it with a larger, tattooed one.

But the smile on her lips shows who is really winning.

“I was a dead girl anyway,” she coughs.

“I’m going to end you, Rose. I’m going to torture you until you’re begging to die so sweetly, I’ll have to slit your throat out of pity.”

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