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“Hypothetically speaking, I have deviant tastes and violent tendencies for the opposite sex. You’re so fucking breakable, I’d crush you in no time.”
Girls have flocked to his silent personality and stellar looks since elementary school. That’s me. I’m girls. Girls is me.
“Don’t ask Bran or anyone else to be your fake boyfriend,” he repeats, with an edge this time. “And if I refuse to follow your demands, which are super illogical, by the way?” He steps closer until his chest nearly brushes against mine and grabs my jaw with his thumb and forefinger, imprisoning me in place. “Then you’ll be acquainted with the pain you’re so scared of.”
“From now on, when I tell you to do something, you do it.” Slap. “If I warn you, you don’t ignore me.” Slap. “You’ll listen to fucking orders.” Slap. “You will obey me.” Slap.
“It’s good.” I continue eating. “Just a little bit excessive on salt.”
“I would never hurt you.” A long breath rushes out of her, and the light slowly returns to her eyes. She smiles a little and stands in front of me, close enough that I’m dwarfing her. “Outside of sex, you mean.” “Outside of sex, brat.”
“Oh, hi—” Whatever I had to say dies in my throat when he grabs me by the waist and slams me to his side. Creighton’s voice is clipped at best as he glares at his brother. “Stay the fuck away from what’s mine.” And then he drags me out of the club.
His gaze gets lost in the violent water again. “I always have this inexplicable need to protect you.”
“Stop being a tyrant. Besides, I’m following Remi, Bran, and even Landon. Not to mention Nikolai, Gareth, and Killian. Do I have to unfollow them, too?” “Preferably.” “Might as well tell me to delete my socials.” “Preferably.”
I spring to a standing position and haul him with me, nearly choking him with my grip on his collar. “I don’t give a fuck about your plans, or lack thereof, but you will not, under any circumstances, put Annika in danger again.”
My lungs burn with the words and how true they are. Annika is mine. She was mine long before I even considered it, and I’ll fuck up anyone who attempts to hurt her.
“We haven’t gone on a date,” I say. Annika flinches in my hold, but she forces one of her loathsome fake smiles. “Yeah, it’s not what you guys think. No date.” “Not one date. Dates.”
“Wait. Dates?” Ava all but shouts. “Plural, yes.” I stroke my fingers over Annika’s heated skin and stare between Remi and Bran. “She’s mine. If I find out either of you touched her, prepare to lose a limb.”
“Say it.” “It’s yours…” “Tell me to fuck my pussy as I want.” “Fuck your pussy whichever and whatever way you want.” I shudder.
The worst part is that it’s not only about sex with Annika. It’s about her.
“You’re not my plaything.” She freezes, that pink hue returning to her cheeks again. “Then what am I?” “Mine.” “Is there a difference?” “I never wanted to keep my playthings.” “Until me?” “Until you.”
“You’re the only one I want. Everyone else is just white noise.”
Creighton’s idea of a fun date is going somewhere where we’re secluded from the world so that he can have me all for himself. And fuck me whenever he wishes.
He treats me like a princess in public and his custom-made whore in private.
“She asked me to trust her. I told her I’ll only give her a day before doing it my way.” “Your way? Pretty sure that entails violence and sending him to the hospital. I thought you didn’t want her to hate you.” “I don’t, but I’d rather have her hate me than not have her at all.”
“You can’t sleep because of her, have brought her here more times than I can count, mentioned her in a fleeting manner when talking to Mum—she won’t stop asking me about her, by the way, so compensate me for all the hassle—and you even told her about your childhood when you’ve never seen the need to mention it before. Oh, and you act like an unhinged caveman with serial killer tendencies whenever anyone, us included, goes near her. Bewitched is me putting it mildly.”
Ava continues glaring at me, but it’s Cecily who glares at my brother. “I suggest you take her and go.” “And I suggest you shut the fuck up,” he says with chill-inducing calm.
