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I pushed until he moved back, and I could breathe freely. βYou did. You lied. You ruined my life. Thanks to you, Iβm not the sweet girl I used to be. Now, Iβm a bitter bitch with fury in my heart.β
His large palm covered my hand, holding it to his hard chest and sending another wave of fear crashing over me. His nostrils flared as he breathed down at me. The heat from his body made my trembling fingertips tingle. I was cold all over even though it was warm outside.
βYou know what they say about bitter bitches?β His smooth voice was sprinkled with hints of sarcasm and anger.
I pulled back, wishing I was strong enough to free my hand from his grasp. My knees began to knock, and I worried I would explode if I didnβt get away. The mix of emotions was a volatile cocktailβunstable and capable.
βWhat?β
He licked his thick lips before a sarcastic smile formed, making his dimples appear.
βThey taste sour. Next time you finger yourself, taste and see.β
I gasped, ripping my hand from his and lifting it to slap him. He was faster than me and instead caught my hand in the air.
βBe careful who you raise your hand to, Tori. Little girls like you are bound to get knocked on their asses.β
βIβd like to see you try,β I spat, dying for a fight with him.
Whatever anxiety I felt seconds earlier had been burned away by the raw fury he pulled forward with his words. I had spent most of the past ten years of my life imagining how good it would feel to knock Koah on his ass. I would gladly give him what he wanted if he wanted a piece of me.
He chuckled, letting go of my hand and daring me with his eyes to try to hit him again.
βI donβt hit girls,β he said.
βThatβs funny. You have no problem destroying a girlβs life, but you wonβt hit them? Typical cowardly bullshit.β
He stepped away from me, and the crisp night air flooded my cheeks, cooling them. Once again, the side of his mouth lifted in a sardonic grin.
βIβll see you around, Tori.β He crossed his arms, dismissing me.
I wanted to stand my ground, but the longer I stood there glaring back at him, the more I desired to run away. So I folded first, turning and going toward Sadie. I needed away from The Strip and didnβt care what I had to do to get her to leave. I would never let Sadie talk me into a night out again, especially if it meant seeing the devil and remembering how he had burned me.
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