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To the ones whose type is an unapologetic villain.
“Being on your knees is highly recommended indeed. Now, should we begin?”
I should know better. A monster can’t be changed or derailed. A monster’s only aim is to destroy.
Fuck you. I’m a King, and we don’t get told what to do. Despite the fear that paralyzes my limbs, my gaze clashes with his and I hate the look in them. The way he seems to think a part of me is enjoying this. So I bite down on his dick. Hard.
“I’m Annika Volkov, by the way. You can call me Anni or Anne. Just not Nika.” “I’m Ava Nash. A cellist. I study classical music at the School of Arts and Music.” “Cecily Knight. Psychology major.”
A disaster might or might not kill you, princess. But being terrified of it would definitely finish you.
“Such a foul mouth for a pretty little face.”
“Killian Carson,” Annika says. “Resident charming god of our high school and The King’s U, too. He's a fourth-year med student, despite being only nineteen. Obviously, he skipped a few grades, like me. Though I only skipped one and I’m seventeen. I’ll be eighteen soon, by the way, so don’t treat me like a kid.”
Life can be unfair like that by choosing to bestow boundless talent to undeserving people.
Eli, who was drinking from a bottle of water, pauses and tilts his head in our direction. Or more like in Ava’s. No words are spoken, but it’s like they’re having a silent war. Ava and Eli always had the weirdest relationship that I can’t put a name to. One thing’s for certain, though. It’s always been filled with some sort of tension.
“You have until the count of three. If you don’t get in the car, I’m going back to Creighton.” “I’m not going anywhere with you.” “Three.” The bastard didn’t even count.
“Organized chaos is different from anarchy. I choose to uphold society’s standards by reigning over it instead of ruining it.”
Glyndon thinks she’s not interested in me, but she sometimes watches me as if she wants to peel back my skin and peer inside me, too.
Jeremy once said I have a look that makes people coil in their own skin, so it’s a given that they’d choose to stay away.
She’s a stubborn, hotheaded little shit, and I’m here for every fucking second of it.
I raise a brow and blow out a trail of smoke. “Superhuman art student?” “Maybe one of those comic book superheroes, huh?” Jeremy prompts. “Posh rich boy by day and vigilante by night.” “With a mask, a cape, and a bat car.” “Maybe a suit, too?” “Fuck you both simultaneously.”
Cecily peeks out from her room, black-framed glasses resting low on her nose, and she’s wearing a hoodie that says When I’m dead, bury me facedown so the world can kiss my ass.
I let my hand fall to my side and I rub my palm on my shorts. How am I supposed to tell them where I’ve been? Well, guys, I’ve been kind of kidnapped by what I’m sure is a serial killer in the making, but I forgot about that as we sat and watched fireflies. Oh, and he made me orgasm while speeding, in his damn car, and I liked it.
“Look at you dripping onto the mattress at the promise of being deflowered like a dirty little whore instead of an innocent virgin. Deep down, you like this, don’t you? You want to be forced to lose control. That way, you’d be comforted by the fact that you didn’t agree to this. It’s your mind’s way of assuming you’re not the twisted one who actually fantasizes about this. It’s fine, though. I’ll be your villain, baby.”
I did wake up with my underwear soaked, though. Real or not, I shouldn’t be aroused at the prospect of being raped. Just what the hell is wrong with me?
“Well, you were just shaming Cray Cray for being quiet.” “Aww, you guys call him Cray Cray? That’s so cute for someone so hot.”
Once he’s sure I have nothing on me, he nods to his friend and the other bunny shoves a mask on my face and a bracelet on my wrist and points inside. Sixty-nine. That’s my number. Blimey. What an unpleasant coincidence.
“The world is painted in different colors, depending on the angle you see it from. Every single ideal can be turned monstrous when it’s pushed to the limits. I’m the limits. I’m the edges humans are warned to stay away from but are attracted to anyway, because it’s just so different from what they know. And because I’m permanently on the edge, I need constant stimuli to remain functioning. Fighting, hunting, and being a doctor-in-the-making are those stimuli.”
“Mmm. Red. Were you thinking of me when you covered these tits with my favorite color? Did you touch yourself in front of the mirror and come with my name on your lips.”
“This mouth belongs to me now and you’ll let me use it whenever I please, won’t you?” He tightens his hold on my jaw and forces me to nod. “That’s a ‘Yes, Killian, my mouth and my every other hole are yours to use and fill up with cum.’” I think I’m going to orgasm from his filthy words alone. Could he not have a commentary about everything?
“You taste like my new favorite meal.”
“Does that mean I’m nice?” “You can be,” I mutter. “Look at that. I’m suddenly your type.” I glare up at him and I’m met with a low chuckle. “You’re so adorable, I could eat you up.” “I’m not edible.” “Judging by the taste of your sweet little cunt, you most definitely are.”
Under different circumstances, this would be a dreamy date. With Killian, however, it feels like an episode of Hannibal. There’s always a fifty percent chance he’ll jump me and snuff out my life.
Morning, baby boy! I hope you’re having a great day. Mom loves you to Neptune and back. I snicker. I think Mom just refuses to believe we’ve grown up anymore. When we were little, people told their kids they loved them to the moon and back, but Mom picked the most distant planet in the solar system and told us that’s how much she loves us.
justice for Pluto
Her T-shirt for today says Manifesting the ability to punch people on the internet.
Cecily, however, couldn’t be forced to wear a dress. She’s in jeans and a shirt that says Sorry for the bitch face. Didn’t want to be here.
“Don’t romanticize me or you’ll be eaten alive.”
“You saved this cunt for me because I’m the only one who gets to own it, baby.”
“Oh, my God,” she breathes out. “That’s right, your god. Worship at my altar, baby.”
I like getting under her skin. It’s as close as I can get to seeing inside her without having her blood decorate my carpet.
Maybe I should’ve chained her to me, after all, so I could choke the fuck out of her when she’s being difficult for no reason.
“If you run, I’ll chase you.” Killian’s dark voice permeates the air with the thickness of smoke. “And if I chase you, I’ll catch you.” His voice gets nearer. “And if I catch you, I’ll fuck you, baby.”
Killian kisses the top of my head and before I can backpedal, he says the words that go straight to my heart. “I’ll make sure you always choose me as much as I choose you.”
People tend to romanticize the past, I don’t. Because those memories? They’re nothing more than yellowed pages in an old forgotten book.
I have not a shadow of a doubt that the little rabbit is flipping my world upside down. And I’ll let her. Because she’s mine. And I’ll set the whole fucking world on fire to make sure she remains safe.
Understand this, Glyndon, there’s nothing noble or tender about what I feel for you. It’s a violent volcano of obsession, possession, and deranged lust. If you want love, then I do love you, but it’s the unorthodox version of love. I love you enough to let you within my walls. I love you enough to let you talk to my demons. I love you enough to allow you to have a hold over me when I’ve never allowed anyone to have the power to destroy me from the inside out.”
Not all girls like the hero. I was fated to fall in love with the villain. Because I know, I just know that he’ll put me ahead of everyone. Himself included.
