Hating You Read online J.L. Beck, Cassandra Hallman (Blackthorn Elite #1)

Categories Genre: Dark, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Blackthorn Elite Series by J.L. Beck
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
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He leans over as I try and focus on whatever it is the professor is saying. “Are you thinking about it?” He chuckles. “My fingers in your pussy? What it would feel like to have my cock there instead?”

No. Yes. “No. I’d rather nail my hand to the wall than sleep with you.”

“I can make that happen too if you’re into that kind of thing. Although, nailing your hand to anything seems a little extreme. I think we should start by tying you to the bed, then work ourselves up from there…”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I snap, my voice way louder than I intended it to be. My cheeks warm, my entire body feeling as if it’s reached its boiling point.

Someone clears their throat, and when I look up, I realize it was the professor, who is still looking at me with an annoyed expression on his face. I just can’t catch a break. What is this insanity? Does he really own this school and all the people in it? I guess so.

Whispers spread across the room, and when I look around, I realize everyone is looking at me. Some sneer, while others just stare in horror. I feel like I’m the freak at the carnival that everyone’s come to see. Pressure builds behind my eyes, and I know if I don’t calm down right now, I’m going to start crying.

Breathe, Willow, breathe.

You can do this. Think of your sister. Think of all she’s been through. She won’t get better if she doesn’t have you. The thoughts help soothe the ache forming in my chest, and just as I’m becoming somewhat composed again, Parker leans in. “You still haven’t learned your place.” His voice is low and raspy as he continues whispering into my ear. “Let me remind you… since you’ve forgotten. It’s on your knees, in front of me… naked, with my dick in your mouth. That’s where you belong and where you will be right after this class. I’m done waiting. If I have to, I’ll just take it from you...”

That’s the last straw… I can’t handle anymore. If it’s not my father, it’s Parker, and if it’s not them, then it’s Ashton. I’m slowly drowning, and the people around me see it, yet they keep putting rocks in my pockets, making me sink deeper and deeper.

“You know what I’m done with?” I reply, anger finally boiling over. “You! I’m done with you and your games.” Furiously, I shut my books, the noise draws the attention of the rest of the room, but who cares, it doesn’t matter. They were all laughing at me before. What’s another show? Shoving out of my chair, I don’t even bother to pack up my stuff. I just grab my bag and my phone and walk out of the room.

Fuck him, fuck this school, and fuck my dad.

8

Parker

I sit on a bench outside, tapping my pencil against the bind of my English textbook. I’m supposed to be studying, but the sun is setting, I wish the light were my excuse, but honestly, I just can’t stop thinking about her. About my next move.

I dial Alice’s number knowing once she’s gone from the situation, I’ll have Willow all to myself. The phone rings twice before she picks up. “Hello,” her apprehensive voice comes through the line.

“Alice, it’s Parker again. Did you do what I asked you to do?”

“Yes, I moved out this morning, but I don’t understand why you wanted me to do this.” The worry in her voice would be a concern if I gave a fuck, but I don’t.

“You don’t have to understand, all you have to do is what I say, and you’ll have nothing to worry about.” Pressing the red end key, I hang up before she can say anything else.

I’ve only seen Willow from afar this week. For days she disappeared, but only after making a huge scene. Only after proving once again, that she didn’t know her place in this kingdom. After she stormed out of English literature last week, she hasn’t been back to class. Matter of fact, she hasn’t left her dorm room much at all. I hate it. Not seeing her, not being able to torment her. I’ve kind of grown accustomed to doing and saying things that I know will get under her skin. It’s become a drug. She’s become a drug.

A sick feeling makes its way through my limbs at that knowledge. I know my stalking has reached new heights. My obsession growing like a cancer. My fingers itch to touch her, to peel back all her layers, to see if she’s actually scared of me.

Maybe she’s just as curious as I am about how good it would be if we came together. No. I snarl in anger, hating that I’m attracted to her at all. I think back on what my father said. “Get your revenge, son. Do what you have to do to make her pay.”


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