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I felt a little dickish myself for going from forcing her to give me her virginity to humiliating her publicly, all in the same day. And although there was a part of me that wanted to blame her for it, since she’d been the one who’d pulled away when I’d softened toward her, I knew that was just victim blaming. Everything I’d done to her was on me.
No one had ever made me feel like this before. Obsessed, possessed, out of control. Like even I had no idea what I would do next.
I might not trust her, I might not like her, but I was obsessed with her.
“You’re mine, you fucking lying thieving beautiful brilliant sweet perfect little bitch,”
I’d become a motherfucking simp for my enemy.
“Let me get this through that beautiful little head. If I find out you’ve flirted with another man, I will lock you up in my basement and throw away the goddamned key. And him? They’ll never find his body. Do you want that on your conscience, princess?”
I’m yours, he’d said. It was a lie. Because I might’ve been Jack’s, but he’d made one thing absolutely clear tonight: He wasn’t mine.
Taking a page out of my brother’s book, I injected Aviva with an anesthetic. It was supposed to last for about an hour, give or take. Long enough to insert the tracker without her knowing.
Aviva was it for me. This obsession—this need to possess and keep her, and keep every other single fucking man away from her—wasn’t going anywhere.
I didn’t deserve her, but it didn’t fucking matter. I was still keeping her.
What would it be like, to have the same loyalty from her she had for him? I wanted it, badly. And I promised myself in that moment: I’d get it. Break my own rules to make sure it happened. Lie, cheat, or steal. Aviva would be loyal to me, and me alone.
If Aviva wanted to burn the world down, I’d help her. If she wanted to burn my world down, I’d hand her the match. Because from now on, she was my world.
I was incapable of resisting Jack, not when he was cruel, and not when he was tender.
Because I was falling. Falling for Jack, with all his cruelty and kindness, terror and tenderness. He was the person who seemed to understand me the most but trust me the least.
“I’m not letting you go, little fury. I don’t care how much I hurt you in the past, I don’t care if it hurts in the future. I. Am. Not. Letting. You. Go. Do you hear me?”
“No, baby. No. I’m yours as much as you’re mine. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I called you manipulative. I’m sorry I hurt you, I’m sorry I never gave you a choice, I’m sorry I made you feel like all you were good for was sex. You’re so much more than that to me, little fury. You’re everything. Let me show you.”
“Don’t argue with me, Aviva. Don’t you dare argue with me. Don’t you take this from me. Don’t you take you from me. I won’t fucking let you. Hear me, little fury. There is nowhere in this world you can hide that I won’t find you, nowhere you can go that I won’t follow. I will chase you down and bring you back. Every. Single. Time. So stop fucking fighting me.”
“Then let’s burn it down together, princess.”
“I love you, princess. Be a good girl for me.”
“Fiancée,” I corrected. Aviva stared at me. “Have you lost your mind?” “Never had it in the first place, princess.” I grinned at her. “You never even proposed to me,” she pointed out. “Don’t need to. Proposing implies the option of saying no, but you don’t get to say no, remember?”
