Hate So Good: A High School Bully Romance (The Hate Series Book 2) by Nina Lincoln (best fiction books to read txt) 📕

for the ride. Still, his rapid thrusting hits me just right, and I surge toward orgasm, fluid leaking between us at my pleasure.

Grunting, he tightens his hold, his nostrils flaring as he stares into my eyes and watches me tip over the edge.

As soon as the brilliant lights flash behind my eyes, he comes inside me, grunting my name heavily, “Finn.”

Resting his head against mine, we breathe deeply for a few moments before he lets loose his hold and drops me gently to my feet.

As soon as I’m on the ground, I turn away and pull up my pants, my limbs still trembling from the pleasure he gave me.

He says my name quietly, but I ignore him, grabbing my shoes and walking away. My heart is beating so fast I can barely breathe - this hasn’t tamed the pain, only solidified it like a rock in my chest. I should have been able to tell him my darkest secret while he held me close and stared at me with love in his eyes.

Instead, it was stolen from me, and I can’t take it back, no matter how badly I wish I could. I hate fucked the guy who refuses to show me anything but his hostility, and I’m left reeling in the aftermath.

Fuck.

At the last minute, I stop and say over my shoulder so softly - I’m not sure he can hear me, “I still hate you.”

Chapter Three

Over the weekend, I receive a text from Teddy asking for my address, and shortly after, I answer the door to an envelope from a delivery guy. Closing the door absently, I open the envelope and stare at the pictures inside.

It’s me and Colt from prom. I’m dressed in my beautiful red dress, my eyes wide as I clutch the roses to my chest and stare at the camera, Colt standing beside me with a grim expression.

Photo after photo emerges, and in each, our posture is slightly different as the cameraman took pictures in rapid succession - what doesn’t change is our stiff expressions and jaded eyes.

Until the last picture, which makes me pause, I’m in Colt’s arms for the dance as king and queen. It’s a candid photo of us, and I’m leaning against his chest with my eyes closed, my lips parted softly.

I remember this, for I allowed myself a moment of weakness and pretended it was all real.

Colt gazes down at me with a longing in his eyes that pulls at my chest painfully, making me wonder once again if his act the night of his birthday where he dumped me cruelly wasn’t all in an effort to push me away before he got closer.

With a sigh, I shove the pics back in the envelope and head upstairs to text Teddy. In my room, I hesitate for a moment before pulling out that last picture and leaning it against the wall on the dresser, next to the crown I never wanted.

Even if he pushed me away because he was scared, the fact is he did, and there’s no going back now. He broke a piece of me I’m not sure can ever be repaired, only glued back together with the fissures crooked and ugly, the evidence of my scars.

The following week Colt’s on me like white on rice, and everywhere I go, he’s there. I refuse to look at him or speak to him, even though I’d like to know how he knew we were at the lake.

Melissa protested her innocence quite vehemently, and I left the beach feeling gutted and exposed.

Unfortunately, fucking him out of a misplaced attempt at hate didn’t make the situation better. I’m afraid to face him and the feelings that still lurk in my heart despite his dick behavior. So instead, I avoid him to his irritation.

I can’t go back to before, and it’s taken everything I have to keep myself together, for him to have even those small pieces of me is devastating.

Midway through the week, I hear from my fan again. I’m staring at the board, waiting for class to start and studiously avoiding Colt’s gaze, which I can feel boring into my skull.

Pulling out my phone when it buzzes, I read through the text.

Bitch, I’ve told you and told you. If you don’t stay away from Theroux, you’ll both regret it. This is no game. If I see you with him again, he’s dead.

Trembling, I glance around the room. Of course, no one is conveniently texting, but Colt’s intense gaze meets mine across the distance. His expression darkens when he sees my face, but the teacher interrupts, and he huffs his displeasure.

Sliding the phone into my bag, I stare through the teacher. These notes and texts have escalated rapidly. The threat to Colt freaks me the fuck out. What if he gets hurt? What if this isn’t just a ploy to scare me?

What does that mean for Colt and me? And how does he know every time I’m near Colt? It has to be someone we know. Fuck.

I’ve been burying my head in the sand and hoping this will die off. Colt should have stayed at North because his presence is only angering the beast. Try telling that to the stubborn jerk, though.

I can’t ignore it any longer. It’s time to go on the offensive, but I know so little about the group.

I can ask Melissa or go to the source, Colt, but if I do, I could be making the situation worse. I’m at an impasse. Besides, I’m not sure I can trust Colt anyway.

Perhaps, for now, I will have to go this alone and see what shakes loose. It means I need to get myself to all the parties and start asking around. I fucking hate the partying, but maybe with Melissa, it might be bearable.

I also need to consult with Teddy. He sees a lot even though he’s confined to his wheelchair, although the texts make it harder to track this guy down. He can be communicating