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TWENTY-TWO

SEVEN

“ F uck that stupid bitch,” I growled, pacing around my room, gathering up my clothes before sloppily throwing them on. It didn’t matter how hot it had been, how warm and tight her pussy and ass had felt wrapped around me. It didn’t matter that the breathy moans resounding through the sex-fogged room did things to me I’d never admit. She played me, and I let her.

“You did. Twice, now,” Jordan offered unhelpfully from where he was still positioned on the chair, his sketchbook now lying on his lap.

I shot him a scathing glare. Not only did she use my words against me, but she did it in front of my friends, making me look like an inexperienced fool. She blatantly said that I hadn’t been her first choice. I was her last option. Someone she could fuck when she needed a quick release when no one better was available. Maybe it shouldn’t have bothered me so much, but it did. I was so caught up in the heat of the moment that I let Archer fuck her, and now they were off doing God knows what. Probably fucking again if I had to guess since she’d turned into a little slut seemingly overnight.

But fuck , she was sexy.

I couldn’t even vow to never touch her again after the stunt she pulled because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stick to that promise. If anything, I could make it hurt. Force myself on her without getting her ready or when she least expected it. Rape that tight ass into submission. I groaned, sinking down onto the edge of my bed.

No.

I had to stop this. Nothing good would come out of screwing with her like that. The last thing I needed was for her to get the wrong idea and want to be with me. My heart was reserved for Archer, and Archer only, even if he was being a pathetic little bitch right now.

I blew out a sigh. “Well next time she needs a good pounding, she can go to you or Archer,” I decided, hating the way that sounded to my own ears. If she did go to Archer, I’d make her pay for it. Her only safe bet as far as the three of us were concerned, was Jordan. And even then, that bothered me more than I cared to admit.

“Like I said, I don’t do sloppy seconds.” He shrugged. “If I’d gotten to her first, then maybe. But she’s already been defiled by you two in every fucking hole.”

I snorted. “Her mouth hasn’t been taken yet.”

He nodded thoughtfully as if he were thinking it over. “Then her mouth is mine. Assuming Archer isn’t getting his dick sucked right now.”

A snarl curled around the edges of my mouth, liquid rage licking through my veins. How the hell did this get so complicated? The mere thought of them doing God knows what pissed me off. Almost like the last few years didn’t even matter to Archer. How could he be so willing to throw it all away for a snake like her? Because she was pretty? Had a nice body? Was inexperienced? What was it that made him lose his mind when it came to her?

Jordan arched an eyebrow, noticing the rage that was written into my facial features and posture. It took me a moment to realize that my nails were biting into the palms of my hands, a small sting tumbling through the skin where the contact was most potent.

If I could go back in time and erase taking Rosalie’s virginity, then I would. Pretty sure it gave Archer the wrong idea about what the fuck this was. I’d only wanted her blood—that was it. But then she had to storm in here and climb on top of me. How the fuck was I supposed to even think when she’d taken that choice from me? My body immediately responded, craving the way she clamped down on me as I stretched her with my girth.

As if to prove my point, my dick stirred to life beneath my jeans. Annoyance flickered through me, and I released a growl of frustration.

“Obviously Archer isn’t going to stay away from her,” Jordan pointed out unhelpfully. “So, you need to find a way to either cope with this, or you need to let it go. Give him space to figure out what’s more important to him.”

I scoffed. “He doesn’t need space to figure anything out. I’m pretty sure I already know what he wants. It’s just unrealistic.”

Jordan closed his sketchbook, placing his pencil in his pocket. “What does he want?”

“He doesn’t want to choose. It’s fucking obvious. He wants us both . If I drop him…” like I considered doing. “Then, he’ll just be with her. He’s not going to force me into it and he’s not going to drop her for me.”

I knew Archer King too well. He would always go after what he wanted. He wouldn’t drop me for her and vice versa. At first, I wished he’d come to his senses, but he was living in some kind of warped fantasy where we could all be together and live happily ever after in this asylum of horrors. I didn’t want to be with her. Didn’t even want to be attracted to her.

“So, what are you going to do?” he questioned, genuine curiosity laced throughout his words.

I shrugged. “I could hurt her. I’ve already warned her to stay away from him.”

“I think that’ll just complicate things more with you two,” he reasoned. “And frankly, I’m tired of listening to you guys fight.”

He did have a point. Maybe I just needed to step back and let them be together, as painful as it might be. I couldn’t pretend to care for her when all I really wanted to do when she was near was rip her face off.

“Then fuck it,” I muttered. “They can have one another.”

My legs were stretched out in front of me as the music within the room intensified. My head rested along the wall behind me as I let myself go to the melodic tune surrounding me. Usually, listening to the choir helped calm some of my urges, but today, it wasn’t doing shit. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, Rosalie had wormed her way into my thoughts. Seeing her get fucked by Archer didn’t bother me like expected. It was hot as hell. But that came to a screeching halt when he walked her out, and who knows what else they did after the fact. I wasn’t much for sharing, and the mere thought of them continuing this scam of a situationship had my blood heating.

I needed to get some fucking air.

Rising, I made my way out of the music room. The only thing on my mind was Archer, Rosalie, and blood. She had the sweetest blood I’ve ever tasted, and nothing else sounded nearly as appealing. While I did love Arch, even his blood couldn’t compare. It wasn’t like I could just hunt her down and cut her up, even if that thought did sound intriguing.

My shoes pounded against the hard floors, my steps faltering when I found myself parked outside Dr. Theodore’s torture room. Screams erupted from within, the stale stench of burnt flesh reaching my nostrils. A spike of fear shot through my system. If he knew what me and Archer did when we were alone, I had no doubt in my mind that we’d be in that room, too. The door was in a secluded part of the asylum where the lighting wasn’t the best. And frankly, I wasn’t even sure why I’d come this way. Maybe to torture myself some more.

I glanced around the secluded hallway before stumbling backwards, attempting to put as much distance between me and the room of horrors as possible.

“Fancy seeing you here.” Alina’s voice reached my ears from down the hallway, causing my entire body to go rigid with anxiety. I turned to face her, narrowing my eyes.

“What the fuck do you want?” I snapped, glancing over at her twin who stood a few paces behind.

A callous smirk tugged at Rachel’s lips, and I automatically knew they were up to no good. “Just strolling.” She shrugged, like I’d actually believe that. “We just saw Archer and Rosalie. They were cozying it up in the library.” I’d call bullshit if it weren’t for the look in Alina’s eyes. She looked like she was ready to burn this place to the ground.

I scoffed. “And?” They didn’t need to know how much that knowledge affected me. They’d spin it to their advantage if they knew they could.

Alina took a step toward me, not seeming the least bit phased by the noises of terror coming from the door a few feet away. “We know you don’t like Rosalie,” she explained, going in for the metaphorical kill. “You glare at her all the time.”

“What do you want?”

The twins exchanged looks, something sinister passing between them. Making a deal with them was nothing short of making a deal with Satan himself. But if it had something to do with Rosalie…

Color me intrigued.

Alina stepped forward, pressing a hand against my chest. She craned her neck, her dark eyes searching mine for a moment. When she brushed her lips against mine, I didn’t stop her. The twins were pretty enough but were never really my type. I don’t think I was theirs either. Alina had a thing for Archer and Rachel was interested in Jordan. Still, I kissed her back. My lips parted for her, allowing her the access she needed to swipe her tongue through the opening.

I was just glad that my back was to the door. I didn’t trust these bitches in the slightest. They were the type to distract me while the other drove a knife through my spine.

Alina pulled away, biting down on her plump lower lip. She hummed in approval, clearly satisfied with the kiss she stole. “You help me get rid of Rosalie,” she murmured. “And I’ll make it worth your while.”

I thought about that for a moment. Rosalie had been nothing but a problem since her arrival. She had Archer wrapped around her little finger. She’d now had his cock inside her—and mine…twice.

“Why do you need my help?” I challenged. “Isn’t this something you can do yourselves?”

Alina rolled her eyes and took a step backwards to put more space between us. “Because Jordan is acting like a bodyguard to her. We’ve already tried.”

The cut on her face…

My throat bobbed, a lump forming within the narrow passageway. “Why?” I gritted out, confusion twisting my features. Jordan didn’t meddle in any of the bullshit that went on here. Why did he have a conscience all of a sudden?

She shrugged. “Who knows. But that’s why we need your help.”

“And if I help you…you’ll let me fuck you? Both of you?” I raised my eyebrows, a small smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth.

“We’ll let you do whatever you want to us,” she agreed in a sultry tone.

I huffed a laugh. “You two sure do think highly of yourselves. What makes you think I even want to fuck you?”

I’ve never had any interest in the narc twins. While crazy was a good look on some girls, there was such a thing as too much. I’d like to keep my balls, flesh, and dick intact. Alina scowled at me, clearly not used to guys not falling at her feet, apparently.

“Then what do you want?” she challenged.

“As of right now? Nothing. Let’s just say…you’ll owe me one. Deal?”

Her eyebrows rose in surprise, and she glanced over at her sister who was nodding in encouragement. “Fine.” She sighed, returning her gaze to mine. “I’ll fill you in on Monday.”

“Good. Now, if we’re done here, I have places to be.” Like far the hell away from this torture room.

I stepped past the twins and started down the hallway in the opposite direction. To my relief, neither one of them tried to stop me. It wasn’t much of a secret that they didn’t like Rosalie. Alina was as obsessed with Archer as he was with Rosalie. Of course she’d want the competition gone. And because I was a selfish bastard, I was contemplating it. My hands tore through my platinum hair, their words resounding within my skull. Apparently, Rosalie and Archer were in the library together. They could have been saying that to get under my skin, and a part of me didn’t even want to know. But if they really w ere in there, doing who knows what, it would solidify my decision.

So, instead of heading to my room, I made my way to the library instead. It was empty for the most part. There was a girl browsing the non-fiction section near the front, and unless people were hanging out near the back, then it was completely secluded aside from that.

I started my way toward the back, knowing that if they were here, that’s where they’d be. I didn’t have to look hard. They were in our usual spot on the sofa. Archer’s hand was on her bare thigh, and she didn’t seem to be in any hurry to redirect it. Instead, she was reading while his hand inched up between her legs.

Heat spread through my body, awakening that rage within me that was all too familiar these days. Rosalie let her knees fall to the side, giving him even more access.

Fucking piece of shit.

Both of them.

A moan drifted from her lips, her eyes fluttering closed as he fucking touched her. Neither one of them even seemed to notice me. He grinned, burying his face in the side of her neck, his muscles flexing as he pumped his fingers in and out.

So, what? She dumped her boyfriend and turned into a slut overnight?

Fuck this shit. Fuck them .

I quickly retreated, fighting the instinct within me that threatened to tear her to shreds—to tear him to shreds. I was in a confusing fucking spot.

I slipped out of the library, making a beeline for my bedroom when I spotted Jordan down the hall, his sketchbook clutched to his chest as usual. His hand rested on his doorknob, but as if sensing me, he turned, meeting my gaze. A dip formed between his brows, and I couldn’t even imagine what he must have seen when he looked at me. Fighting the urge to go to him, I wrenched my door open and stepped inside. My body froze, an idea sparking to life within my mind.

I’d given her chance after chance after goddamn chance. She either didn’t take me seriously or was willing to accept the consequences for being a damn whore.

Crossing the room, I entered my closet and unlocked the safe with shaky fingers. My hand curled around the knife; the hilt was cold against my palm. Adrenaline surged through my veins, making me feel five times lighter already. If she wanted to play, then we could fucking play.

I slipped the weapon beneath the sleeve of my hoodie, being careful not to slice myself in the process. I took in a steadying breath before retreating into the hall again. Her room wasn’t far from mine, so that made things simple enough. Glancing both ways, I started for her door and slipped inside before a staff member could catch me.

My eyes darted around her room, taking it all in. It looked the same as last time. The walls were still bare, clothes were put up, nothing was out of the ordinary. Aside from a stack of papers that were resting on the floor near her bed. Curiosity got the better of me and I kneeled to scoop them up, placing the knife on the bed for the time being. My gaze skimmed over the print, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. It was a written porno.

Flipping the page, my jaw tightened as the realization started to set in. This wasn’t written porn. This was a sex fantasy, written by fucking Archer. It talked about all the nasty things he wanted to do to her. Red clouded my vision, and I threw the papers, watching them scatter around the room. They’d probably know it was me, but I really didn’t give a shit. I was looking for a fight.

Next, I located her bear. The thing was still positioned in the corner of her bed. I grabbed the knife and reached for the stuffed animal, my fingers pressing into its soft fur. It didn’t look like anything special. Just a regular bear. Either way, it meant something to Rosalie, and since she took something of mine…it was only fair I returned the sentiment.

I laid the animal on the bed before quickly driving the blade through its stomach. It tore instantly, cotton dislodging from within. I reached inside tearing all of the cotton out before throwing that around the room as well. The pieces scattered along the bed and floor, winding up in various places.

Satisfaction filled me, and I tore through its face next. I chopped off both ears, a foot, everything I could until its insides had been removed—just like hers would be if she kept this shit up. I didn’t want to kill her. But if she kept pushing me, I would.

This was just the beginning. If this didn’t teach her a lesson, then I’d have to go to more extreme measures. Archer could do whatever the hell he wanted; I couldn’t control him and had no interest in doing so. But Rosalie was much easier to manage, and there was a thrill in it. Knowing I could destroy her in ways she couldn’t even begin to imagine. A small smile curled around the corners of my mouth.

I hid the blade back in my sleeve and crept out into the hallway, relieved to find it empty still. My heart thudded against my chest rapidly as I navigated my way back to my room and closed the door. Blowing out a breath, I returned the weapon to the safe and sat on the edge of my bed. If Archer walked her back and saw what I’d done, he’d probably come directly here. All there was left to do was wait.

My gaze skimmed over my bedroom door, anticipation settling deep inside of me. This was her fault. I warned her, and she didn’t listen. Our little three-way didn’t change a goddamn thing, and she was an idiot if she thought it did. That wasn’t even supposed to happen in the first place.

And now, she’d know how thoroughly she fucked up by defying me.