Stalker - Clarissa Wild Page 0,45
how about this … you were jealous of him, so that’s why you decided to take revenge now.”
My eyes narrow, and I grind my teeth in frustration. How dare she suggest such a thing? Fucking narcissistic bitch.
“I know it’s the truth,” she muses.
“Shut up!” I yell, jolting up from my seat.
“Mad, Nix?”
I cock my head, rage flowing through my veins. “What did you call me?”
“Nix … Suiting nickname, don’t you think?”
I run to her, growling, causing her to cower in a corner as I jerk on the bars. “That name is not for you.”
“Oh, then who is it for?” she muses, smiling so wickedly that I want to go in there and fuck those lips until she can no longer smile.
“People I can trust,” I sneer. “And you’re not one of them.”
“Says the guy who hurts people who are innocent.”
“You’re no saint either, missy,” I hiss.
“I’m not the one involving Arthur or Paige,” she says, leaning forward and grabbing the cage to taunt me.
“Arthur involved himself.”
“Just because I live with him doesn’t mean he’s part of this shit.”
“Arthur threatened my property, so I had to get rid of him.”
“Property?” she chides.
I reach in and grab her by the throat. “You. Are. Mine.”
“Just because you’re keeping me in a cage doesn’t make me yours,” she says, coughing.
“I own you now. I can do whatever I want,” I hiss, letting go of her.
“To belong to someone means loving them,” she says.
I lean in further, smirking. “You once loved me. I can make you do it again.”
“You wish …” she says, shaking her head. “I never loved you to begin with.”
The snarl on her face makes me want to cut her throat. I smack the bars to scare her. “I don’t believe you.”
“Believe what you want.”
Fuck her. She’s trying to get under my skin, but I won’t let her.
I get up and pace around, concentrating on the fact that I hate her to death, instead of the fact that she’s trying to taunt me to end her suffering sooner.
“As if I could ever love a monster like you now,” she mutters.
The more she speaks, the deeper she cuts into my skin.
Fuck!
I pick up a chair and throw it at the wall, making her crawl back into a corner.
“Do you want me angry? Because I’ll fucking give you anger you’ve never seen before.”
“Go ahead,” she sneers. “It’s not like I’m going to stay here forever. Might as well end it quickly.”
“As if I’ll allow that,” I spit. “But I’ll fucking tear you to pieces and keep your heart pumping with my own bloody hands if I have to.”
“So much rage … wow,” she muses. “No wonder it’s come down to this.”
“You have yourself to thank for this,” I say, pointing at her.
“And what about Arthur? Who does he have to thank?”
“Himself,” I growl.
“Excuse me?” she says, frowning.
“You heard me,” I say, the left side of my lip curving up into a devious smile. “You think he’s innocent? He’s as innocent as you are. That’s right.”
“What do you mean?” she asks, grabbing the bars again.
“What? You think he’s a good man?” I put my finger on my temple. “Think again, Princess. I can see the bruises on your face and your arms.”
She covers the spots with her hands, a flush appearing on her cheeks. “Just because we fight sometimes doesn’t mean he’s a bad person.”
I make a face. “Are you kidding me? How blind have you become?” I take a step toward her. “You think he’s sweet? Or are you just ignoring all the bad things in your life?”
“What bad things? Yes, I know he’s controlling, but he cares about me,” she says.
“No, he doesn’t fucking care about you! No one does! See, and this is the thing, you don’t see it.”
Tears well up in her eyes, but I continue anyway. She has to hear this. It’s time to break the façade she’s put up for herself and make her face the truth. “You wanna be fake? You’ll get fake. Fake friends, fake boyfriends, and a fake life. Arthur was just as fake as you are.”
“How would you know?” she asks, wincing as if I’m lying. Or she just doesn’t want to hear the truth.
“He isn’t a good guy, Princess. He wasn’t just there to comfort you. He was there to steal your heart, so you’d give him part of your inheritance.”
“No …” She shakes her head. “I don’t believe it.”
“It’s the fucking truth. I know you don’t trust me, but lying is the last