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Tingles spill from his lips to mine, and I gasp, hating how his tongue slides into my mouth like it belongs there. My legs tighten around his waist, and I moan, hating how my mouth slants against his, allowing him to own me. The foreign taste on his tongue reminds me of Esther.
He's just fucked another girl! What am I doing?!
But our madness knows no bounds, and we kiss like we're dying, my hands yanking at the cuffs as I try to touch him.
"Down, little demon," Jaggers whispers against my lips before backing away slowly.
The cuffs release beneath his touch, and I slam my hands onto his chest, shoving him away from me. My chest heaves with emotion, and instead of confronting him, I back away.
He stares at me, silently pleading with me to stay, but I can't.
I won't.
"I hate you," I mumble, wiping my mouth with my hand. I spit on the floor for effect. "Don'tevertouch me again."
Jagger says nothing; he just stands there, looking delicious with his hair in his eyes, his full lips parted as he watches me. He slides a hand into his pocket and pulls out a cigarette, not breaking eye contact the entire time. He lights it and inhales slowly; for some reason, I'm still standing there watching him.
"Imagine it," he husks, and my legs tremble beneath me.
I back away and shake my head, refusing to listen to him.
To his lies.
"No."
He smiles and exhales a cloud of smoke, and his face disappears behind it, giving me time to breathe. I turn and grab the railing, pulling myself up the stairs, and I don't stop until I fall into the school hallway, gasping for breath and on my knees.
Thank God everyone must be in class because there's no one here. I don't even stop to grab my things; I run from school, not looking back until I'm nearing the bus stop.
My chest aches, and my heart screams from the assault of Jagger, and only when I'm home do I let the tears come.
I let the bastard get to me.
9
JAGGER
The door above slams shut, confirming Molly's exit. I bow my head and close my eyes, letting the nicotine soothe the sadness in my gut. She's perfect for me, and I hate it. I hate her and the fates that make me want her so much. I've never believed in love of any kind. Even parentstoleratetheir children; they say they love them because they have to. But they don't even love themselves, so why would they love an extension of themselves?
It's bullshit, and everyone pretends it's real.
Even Wolfe thinks he loves Nicole, but it's her pussy that he wants. All of that just now with Molly—the whispers and fake promises, was meant to tortureher. To appeal to the part of her that every girl has: the dream relationship. The dream boyfriend. Except I was sucked in too, and I can't fucking believe it. I kissed her, and she kissed me back, her blood between our lips, the fire in our bellies demanding we put our hatred aside for one kiss. And what a kiss it was. It shattered my fucking world, the way her breath tasted on my tongue, her blood in my mouth, her sweet gasps when I held her close. I had images of her walking around my house in nothing but diamonds, but then it got worse. I imagined her wearing my T-shirt as I brought herbreakfast in bed, how she'd smile with delight at the cookies she loves on her tray.
Yeah. I know she loves cookies.
I suck on my cancer stick and groan, wondering what the fuck I'm going to do now.
I can't let her know how she makes me feel, or she'll ruin me—but one thing is for damn sure, she'smineand mine alone to play with. Every platinum blonde hair on her head belongs to my fingers, my mouth, my cock. Her big, wide blue eyes see only me. Her plump red lips curve into smiles only for me. I own every laugh. Every smirk, every barbed comment.
She can't know this.
But she needs to know she's mine, and I'll have to break her. I'll make her crawl, beg, and bleed if I have to. I smoke until my heart rate returns to normal and my mind clears. Molly makes me unhinged, and I need rationality. Because I'd invited her ex to my town just to fuck with her, and now I need to make sure he doesn't go anywhere near her. Because if anything happens to her, Aphrodite will be furious. I don’t need that kind of shit.
I have to protect her for Aphrodite.
I smile and toss my smoke onto the floor, crunching it beneath my boot until it's ash.
There's one more thing I need to take care of: her dad. I didn't like how he leered at her the other night, and I don't give a fuck if he is her father or not—I don't trust him.
