“Who does it belong to?”
“No one.”
“No one?” she echoes. Her brow creases the longer she stares at me, as if it’s going to make me spill my secrets.
Un-fucking-likely.
“You said I could clean up?” I ask, reminding her that I followed her for a reason. It certainly wasn’t to check out her pink fucking cushions and unicorn teddy.
“Oh, um… yeah. Go on then.” She gestures to the door. “The towel is clean.”
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Reaching behind my head, I pull my hoodie off in one move and let it fall to the floor. Her eyes immediately drop to my chest and darken with desire. Something stirs within me at her interest.
I remember all too well how soft her skin is, how needy she gets when she’s turned on. But tonight is not the night for that. Although I can’t deny that it would be the perfect distraction.
Closing the space between us, I lift my dirty fingers and brush my knuckles over her cheek. She tilts her head toward my touch.
Slowly, I shake my head at her. “You’re playing with fire,” I warn before turning away and marching toward her bathroom. I drop my pants and boxers before stepping into her shower.
The water blasts cold for a few seconds, but I barely feel it. I don’t feel anything right now. Not like I should.
It's just another reminder that I’m not like everyone else. That the darkness inside me taints everything, makes me see things differently, makes me act differently.
I glance at Hadley’s bubblegum scented shower gel and groan. The last thing I want right now is to smell like a chick, but with the blood still clinging to my hands, I reluctantly reach for it.
The second the scent hits me, my cock hardens as memories from that night assault me. She and Conner had been dancing, taunting me, and I’d been restless. Too fucking restless. It was just a bit of fun, but fuck if I couldn’t do with a replay. Maybe just the two of us this time though. I’m not really in the mood for sharing.
Ideas form in my head as I rub myself with pink bubbles, and by the time I wrap myself in an equally pink towel my intentions are fully set in place.
With water still clinging to my skin, I glance in the mirror to make sure there’s no evidence from my night still on my skin. Once I’m happy, I swipe up my clothes and pull the door open, stepping out with the billow of steam.
The sight of Hadley with my hoodie in her hands is like a bucket of ice water, making panic flood my chest. I throw my clothes on her bed and stalk toward her. “Put it down,” I bark, much more forcefully than I intended.
Her eyes widen, but she doesn't follow orders.
“I said... Put. It. Down.” I inch closer.
“I-I was going to take it to be washed.” She backs up as I get closer until she hits the wall with a thud.
“It needs burning, not fucking washing. Especially now it’s got your fucking DNA all over it.”
“W-what did you do tonight?”
“Nothing I have any intentions of telling you about.”
“But—”
My arm is moving before my brain has registered. My fingers wrap around her throat, making her eyes go impossibly wide.
“Cole?” she asks, her voice cracking, which only feeds the monster inside me.
I live for people’s fear, for their pain. It’s the only thing that makes my life make any sense. Pain and fear, it’s all I’ve ever known. It’s who I am.
“I thought you wanted to help?” I ask, closing the space between us so that our noses are almost touching.
“I-I do.”