Arrogant Billionaire: Love vs Hate

Chap. 9

"It is easy to hate and it is difficult to love. This is how the whole scheme of things works. All good things are difficult to achieve; and bad things are very easy to get."
-Confucius
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The classroom was eerily quiet, not a single soul in sight. Mark moved swiftly to the door and latched it with a sharp click, the sound echoing in the silence.

"What the hell, you moron! Let me go!" I snarled, rushing to unlatch the door, but before I could reach it, his strong arms encircled my waist. The next moment, I found myself shoved against the wall, the force knocking the breath out of me. Pain shot through my back as I winced, opening my eyes to meet his smug, predatory gaze.

"Not so fast, sweetheart," he said, his voice dripping with amusement as he caged me in with his muscular arms, his face inches from mine. That same unsettling glint was back in his eyes—the one I'd seen in my nightmare. Panic swirled in my chest, but I fought to keep it at bay. My arms shoved against him, but he didn't even flinch. His solid frame might as well have been made of stone. He chuckled darkly at my feeble attempts.

"Feisty, aren't we?" he taunted, tightening his grip around my waist, his eyes burning into mine. "Consider yourself lucky, nerd. You were able to walk these halls after disrespecting me. I could've destroyed you overnight" He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "But..." his voice lowered menacingly, "there's still a way to make things right. Be mine tonight, and you might just walk away from this unscathed. Keep playing tough, though, and you'll regret every second of it."

His words were cold and calculating, but I refused to let my fear show. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he had any kind of power over me.

"Get lost," I spat, my anger flaring. "If you think I'll just roll over and let you bully me, you're seriously mistaken. I'll fight with everything I've got. I'd sooner die than let a monster like you trample on my dignity."

His smirk faltered, and a flicker of fury flashed in his eyes. He stepped closer, so close I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin. "You're playing a dangerous game, nerd. I could ruin you without breaking a sweat. You wouldn't want to find out what happens when you cross me." he warned.

"So bring it on. I don't give a damn about your threats," I shot back, my voice firm. Fueled by rage, I pushed him as hard as I could. It wasn't much, but I managed to break free from his grip and made a move for the door.

Before I could reach it, he grabbed me again, yanking me back so violently that I stumbled into his chest. My heart pounded in fear as his arms clamped around me, trapping me once more. His face was twisted with anger now, the arrogance gone. His voice was cold and full of menace.

"Did I say you could walk away? I'm not done with you yet. And if there's one thing I hate," he snarled, pinning my arms above my head with one hand,  "it's people who leave things unfinished." 

Before I could react, he crushed his lips against mine. The kiss was rough, painful, and filled with the sole intention to humiliate me. His grip tightened as I struggled, but I was no match for his brute strength. My body froze in shock, my mind reeling from the violation. This wasn't happening. My first kiss wasn't supposed to be like this—stolen by someone I despised more than anything.

I fought to break free, pulling against his grip with everything I had, but it only seemed to amuse him. He tightened his hold, pressing me harder against the wall. The more I struggled, the more I realized how powerless I was in that moment.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction. Tears burned in my eyes, but I blinked them back, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. His lips twisted into a smirk as he bit my lower lip, hard enough to draw a gasp from me. 

The tears I had been holding back started to spill, hot and angry. But the moment the first one fell, something inside me snapped. I refused to let him break me like this. I had to fight back.

I summoned all the strength I had left and kneed him—hard—right between the legs.

He groaned in pain, his grip slackening as he stumbled backward, giving me the chance I needed. Without wasting a second, I darted for the door, fumbling with the latch.

As I pulled the door open, I turned and threw him one last look, my voice shaking with fury. "I hope you rot in hell, you damned monster."

And with that, I stormed out of the room.