"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him.
His feet stop at the door.
I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face.
"Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his g...
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"Did you and Ryan do it?"
Blood freezes in my veins as I hear his name.
A name that still haunts my mind after years.
A name that I never dared to take, even in my sleep. A name that brings back traumatic memories from my past and suddenly, I feel the pressure of panic rising in my body.
My chest rises and falls erratically as his devilish face flashes in my mind. Copper brown hair, whiskey brown eyes, pink bitten lips, masculine neck, and his roused scent of leather, tobacco and dirty sex, which still lingers in my head like a ghoul.
I was naive, and he was a sinner. I was attracted to him like a dumb moth to a bright warning lamp that clearly spelled 'Danger.'
My skin quivers as his ghost touch runs through my thighs. The way he touched them before spreading with his strong hands, then thrusted into me. I clench on to the fragile frill of my dress for support as it all comes rushing back with just his name.
Ryan Damison.
The man, who took my innocence, my virginity. My first love. My dark trauma.
Everybody warned me about him and his evil ways. But like Helen Keller, I kept ignoring all the red flags and at last, fell for him. And I fell so hard, I broke myself to never like anyone else.
"So he did fuck you!"
I hear Dakota's casual voice in my head as if he already knew, just wanted to cross check his doubts.
My heart thumps heavily and I hear a crack. Pain keeps seeping out of that crack as I clutch on to the transparent net like a lifeboat. I was just a game for them. A sinful bet between the two devils.
'Whoever wins the fighting championship.. Gets the girl.'
Me.
"It hurts to know he got you before me." Dakota tilts his head and stares at me with his deep, unflinched gaze that only a prey deserves. "As I am someone who doesn't share his toys."
Something hot rushes through my veins and my chest rises with a snarl. "I am not a fucking toy." I realize its anger. Pure rage pumps through me as I fist my fingers in a ball and glare at the AI asshole.
"And I belong to nobody. Not even you." I am so done with people treating me like an object, thinking I belong to play with.
Shadows unroll on his cold-corporate face. His full lips twist into an expression which I supposed a smirk, but it's not. It's incense.
Dakota keeps his glass down, calmly. My heart thumps as he looks at me like the sea holding back its waves, which could easily gulp down the entire city.
I wait for him to speak, growl, flick, anything. But he doesn't. His heartless gaze sharpens in vex and pierces mine. I want to look away, but I can't.
As if I am frozen in fear created by just his intoxicated eyes. After what felt like an eternity, he utters my name darkly.
