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

Chuckling, he continues, “Oh, when Sarah approached me about you, I had no idea how important you would be, but you definitely turned out to be the light. You just refused to look in the right direction. She couldn’t see it, but I could, so I changed the game, not that she appreciated it, but she outgrew her usefulness.”

Frantically I watch as he lays his legs out straight, taking the same position as before but this time near my left hand. Fuck.

“Grab the other knife from the pouch,” he says to Tiffany.

“No, please Teddy, no,” I sob, past anything but begging for the torture to end.

Teddy just smiles and takes the knife from Tiffany’s trembling hand, pressing my stiff, cold fingers flat and driving it into my other palm before I have time to prepare myself.

Screaming, I arch into the air, my loud painful wails lost to the dark sky as indescribable pain races through me, and it's all I can do to bear it, but I have no choice because the fucking psychopath isn’t done.

“Now, now you’ll rest on the laurels of your fucking cross, Finn. Do you feel sorry for yourself now?” he asks snidely.

Sobbing, I shake my head no, but he’s not listening. He’s past the point of caring.

“Did you think you could hide from me, Finn? I watched you, you know. You have pretty titties,” he says, licking his lips, “I even watched you fuck that cretin. It was always me, Finn.”

Breathing heavily, he molds his hands over my breasts with ice-cold hands, and disgust rolls through me at his vicious contact, bile pressing at my throat thick and acidic.

“So beautiful,” he breathes, his fetid breath washing over my face.

“Please, Teddy. Please,” I beg, tears blurring my eyes as I glance away into Tiffany’s dull gaze.

She looks me over once more, raising her eyes up and down, but I don't know what she’s saying, and turning back to Teddy, I see he’s still gazing down my body.

With a quick glance back at her, I flinch and whimper when he runs his hands down my legs, over my panties, and up my torso with no care for my wounds and the blood slowly seeping from the injuries. The horror like image is something I will never forget as he spreads the blood across my skin with his now tainted hands.

While he’s horrifically occupied, I look at Tiffany and mouth, “The knife.”

She cocks her head to the side and glances at Teddy rapidly, terror flashing in her eyes before shaking her head infinitesimally and hanging her head in defeat. Despair curls through me at her resistance and sobbing, I struggle again only to keen out loud when my hands meet the knives' resistance through my palms.

Teddy chuckles, looking up at me with dilated eyes, as he croons, “That’s it. Show me. Show me your pain.”

“Fuck you!” I moan, staring into the sky, vowing at that moment to ignore the fucker, because if I’m gonna fucking die, it’s going to be on my terms.

So, as he taunts me, touching me in places I’ll never be able to get clean, I stare into the darkness, motionless, nothing but the stars to comfort me now.

Thinking of Colt, I step away from my body, my soul flying free, and pull up my sweetest memory of us together, smiling as Colt runs his hands down my arms, over my torso, before he kisses me softly on my stomach.

With greedy fingers, he explores me gently, watching and waiting eagerly for every hitch and sigh, chuckling when I moan into his touch. And then he caresses me in places I never knew could bring pleasure until I’m at the edge, and avidly he watches as I tip over, crying his name into the universe.

“Fuck, Princess,” he moans, with a wicked smirk curving his face.

Holding my legs, he slides into me slowly, the feeling exquisite as he rocks against me gently and grabs my hands in his. And with a soft sigh, I meet his body as he pulls me against him, and we chase our need until we come together.

Arching inside of me, he says, “Finn?”

“Yes?” I ask breathlessly.

“I lo-“

Sharp pain brings me back to the present as Teddy looms over me with rage in his pretty green eyes, snarling, “Bitch! Pay attention!”

Ignoring the crazy train, I look back to the sky and try to bring back Colt, and the moment he was going to tell me he loved me, but Teddy’s in my face and grabs my chin, popping my hallucinatory bubble and forcing me to look at him.

“Let me tell you a little story, Finn. Hm?” he says, wrenching the knife from my right hand.

Clenching my teeth, it takes everything in me, but I suppress the cry of pain trembling on my lips even as I arch into the air and close my eyes tightly, silently screaming my rage into the universe.

Frowning, Teddy cuts away the rope around my wrist as he says, conversationally, “Here’s the deal. I’ve been the puppet master in your world since the day you came here. You can thank Sarah for that, or you could anyway. You see, Finn, when Sarah came to North, I found in her a kindred spirit. She enjoyed the games just as much as I, but she couldn't get past her obsession with Colt, which made her weak, even as she fucked all of his friends, including his half-brother, for fun. When he sent her away to South, she continued her games, and I allowed her to because it was convenient for me. I guess in this, Colt and I are the same. We do enjoy our little games, hm, Finn?

“Anyway, it was too late for little Sarah when she spilled the beans about Colt’s family, although I didn't give her much choice. I pulled the strings. I controlled her movements like a big fucking game, just as I controlled Ben and the others. Although