Author: Claire Adams
Category: Young Adult
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“Tell me,” she demanded. “Tell me about myself.”
“You grew up as an only child,” I said. “You grew up alone… forced to look after people twice your age. You grew up poor… fighting for whatever scraps you could. You grew up wanting to amount to more than your parents did, but fearing that you’d never pull yourself out of the hole you were born in. You moved to try and run away from your past, but you realized that it’s not the place that’s the problem… You are the problem.”
Mila looked scared for a split second and then her expression turned again. “That was almost convincing,” she said in a tone that was clearly unimpressed. “But you could have figured that all out from one conversation with Devon.”
“You overestimate the relationship I have with your brother.”
“That analysis doesn’t impress me.”
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I smiled. “No?”
“No.”
“Then how about this one,” I said dropping my smile. “You’re weak. You’re scared. And you’re most definitely defenseless. This guy… Walter whoever… he picked you because he recognized all that. He saw that you were alone… no family, no friends… Nothing real or stable or consistent to call your own. He saw someone he could pick apart. He saw someone he could control. He saw someone he could manipulate. He saw someone he could own.”
With every word I said, Mila’s expression slipped deeper and deeper into darkness. My words struck a chord with her, and I could see the doubt in her eyes because she was afraid that everything I had just said was true. I saw the internal conflict rage inside her as she tried to figure ou
t how to best combat my words. Should she just deny them? Should she refute them? Should she simply ignore them?
She was angry, and she wanted to lash out… but she had no real defense. I had just proved her own weakness a short while ago when I had broken into her apartment and simulated a fake kidnapping.
She headed straight for me. “Get out of my way,” she hissed.
I almost smiled. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Out of here,” she spat. “Away from you.”
“I’m not the enemy.”
“No?” she demanded. “You could have fooled me. Now get out of my way.”
“No,” I said calmly. “You’re not leaving here.”
Her blue eyes seemed to turn a little lighter as she stared at me. “You can’t stop me from leaving.”
“Oh no?” I asked. “Watch me.”
She held my gaze for only a moment, before trying to walk past me. I blocked her without even trying, and she cursed wildly.
“Get out of my fucking way.”
“I will not,” I said with a smile. “You’re not leaving here tonight. But I promise you this, before you leave this house, three things are going to happen.”
Mila raised her eyebrows without a word.
“Firstly, I’m going to take your ex-boyfriend out once and for all. Secondly, I’m going to make sure you can defend yourself so that you never have to rely on anyone else in the future. And thirdly, you’re going to find yourself flat on my bed, screaming my name while I fuck the life out of you.”
She seemed to process what I was saying, and the moment the last words hit, her expression turned downright livid. So livid in fact, that it actually turned me on.
“Over my dead body,” she hissed.
“Wanna bet?” I asked.
Then before she could utter another word, I had pushed her against the wall and slammed my lips down on hers. I felt her hands claw at my chest, and her body shake violently in resistance, but three seconds after my tongue met hers, I felt her kiss me back.
I could feel the heat and the urgency of that kiss radiate through my whole body, and I knew that she could feel it too. That was evident in the way her hands curled around my neck and the way her mouth moved in sync with mine.
“What the fuck is this?”