Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 94: Unravel Me

Chapter 94: Unravel Me

- Glyndon Walton: ( Song of the Chapter: Haunted by Beyoncé)

Standing by her bike with Savannah.

Laughing.

As if last night had never happened.

As if she hadn’t held me. As if she hadn’t touched me. As if she hadn’t whispered filthy promises into my skin, hadn’t owned me, hadn’t broken me apart piece by piece, and then left me in that empty hotel room like I was nothing.

My stomach twisted painfully.

Savannah was standing close—too close. Her manicured hand rested lightly on Kathrine’s arm, her curly hair spilling over her shoulder as she leaned in, saying something that made Kathrine smirk.

Kathrine.

The same girl who had kissed me like she needed me. The same girl who had pulled me by a leash, who had told me she liked me desperate and ruined. The same girl who had left me.

She was here.

With Savannah.

Laughing.

And acting like I didn’t exist.

A lump rose in my throat, but I swallowed it down, forcing my legs to move. My hands curled into fists as I walked past them, my heart pounding against my ribs.

I kept my head high, my face blank, pretending it didn’t hurt—pretending she didn’t have the power to destroy me with a single glance.

But I knew better.

She already had.

Something inside me snapped.

One second, I was frozen in place, staring at Kathrine standing next to Savannah like last night had never even happened. Like I hadn’t fallen asleep wrapped around her, hers, only to wake up alone.

The next second, I was moving, my body acting before my brain could even catch up.

Alex grabbed my arm, his grip tight as he hissed, "Glyndon, don’t—"

I shoved him off.

Hard.

He stumbled back, cursing under his breath, but I didn’t care. I was already storming toward Kathrine, my vision tinted red, my pulse hammering in my ears.

I didn’t think.

I didn’t hesitate.

I just acted.

Savannah barely had time to react before my hand snatched her by the hair.

She let out a sharp cry as I yanked her back, pulling her away from Kathrine with all the force I had.

"The fuck?!" she screeched, hands flying up to claw at mine, but I only tightened my grip.

Kathrine took a sharp step forward, her eyes wide with shock. "Glyndon—"

I ignored her.

Instead, I glared straight into Savannah’s startled blue eyes and hissed, "Stay the fuck away from Andrews."

Savannah blinked, her confusion shifting into sheer indignation. "What the hell is wrong with you?" She tried to yank herself free, but I didn’t let go.

"You think you can just stand next to her, act all fucking buddy-buddy with her, when you know damn well she’s mine?" My voice was low, dangerous, shaking with barely contained rage.

Savannah’s eyes went wide.

Kathrine sucked in a breath.

And the second the words left my mouth, I realized what I had just admitted.

Out loud.

In front of Kathrine.

In front of everyone.

Savannah finally managed to shove me off, stumbling a few steps back as she glared at me like I’d lost my mind. "Jesus Christ, Glyndon! I’m not dating Kat! We’re just friends!"

My stomach lurched.

But I wasn’t about to let that humiliation settle in, wasn’t about to process it, wasn’t about to let it sink in that I had just made a total fool of myself in front of everyone.

So I kept my eyes locked on Kathrine.

But she was already sighing, already smirking, already shaking her head as if this was nothing but a petty little tantrum.

"Be careful, Glyndon," she said, voice laced with amusement. "People will think you’re jealous over the lesbian of the school."

Something inside me snapped all over again.

And before I could stop myself, before I could even think, I was yelling.

"I don’t give a fuck!"

Kathrine’s eyes widened, the smirk vanishing.

Shock.

Real, genuine shock.

She hadn’t expected me to say it.

Hadn’t expected me to mean it.

But I did.

I meant every fucking word.

"You promised to give me a chance," I seethed, my breath coming out hard and ragged, my entire body trembling with rage. "And now you’re still fucking with that—that bitch?!"

Kathrine opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

She was speechless.

And for the first time in my life, I had no idea if that was a good thing—or if I had just made the biggest mistake of my life.

Silence.

Not the kind that brought peace. Not the kind that lets you breathe. This was the kind of silence that suffocated me, that pressed down on my chest and made my pulse pound in my ears.

Everyone was staring.

Savannah was rubbing her scalp, still glaring at me like I’d lost my mind. Kathrine stood stiff in front of me, her expression hard, unreadable.

And Alex—even Alex—was frozen, his mouth slightly parted, his hands clenched at his sides as if he couldn’t believe what he was witnessing.

I barely cared.

I barely fucking noticed.

All I could focus on was Kathrine.

All I could see was her standing there, defending her, looking at me like I was some crazy, possessive psycho for wanting what was already mine.

Kathrine’s gaze darkened, her lips curling in frustration. "Don’t fucking call her a bitch," she snapped. "She’s my friend."

Something inside me boiled over.

I laughed. Not because anything was funny, but because if I didn’t laugh, I would probably start screaming.

"Are you fucking serious right now?" My voice was sharp, edged with something bitter, something ugly. My hands clenched at my sides. "You’re standing here, defending her to my face? Right now?"

Kathrine’s expression didn’t change. "Yes," she said coldly. "Because you’re acting like a—"

"Don’t," I cut her off. "Don’t fucking say it. You think I don’t see the way she looks at you? The way she wants you? She likes you, she wants to fuck you, Kathrine! And you’re just letting it happen!"

Kathrine scoffed. Scoffed. As if I was being ridiculous. As if my feelings were nothing more than a bad joke.

"And even if she does?" she challenged, tilting her head, arms crossing over her chest. "What does that have to do with you?"

My breath hitched.

What does that have to do with me?

Everything.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The words were stuck in my throat, caught between anger and hurt, between rage and fear.

Because Kathrine had promised.

She had fucking promised.

A chance. That was all I asked for. A fucking chance. And here she was, still playing games, still acting like nothing between us mattered.

I felt something stinging at the back of my eyes, but I refused to let the tears fall. Not here. Not in front of everyone.

Kathrine sighed, shaking her head. "You’re causing a scene," she muttered, sounding more annoyed than anything.

That was when I realized how many people were still watching.

Students had gathered in a circle, whispering, and staring, like we were putting on a show. Some looked entertained, others shocked. A few were even smirking, probably waiting for me to make a bigger fool of myself.

But I didn’t care about them.

I only cared about her.

I turned back to Kathrine, my chest rising and falling hard. "You don’t even care, do you?" My voice cracked slightly, but I didn’t back down. "You don’t care what this is doing to me. You don’t care how much I want you."

Kathrine’s eyes flickered.

A reaction. A fucking reaction.

But then, before I could say anything else—before I could fall apart in front of everyone—Kathrine’s hand shot out.

And she grabbed me.

I barely had time to register it before she was dragging me away, her fingers wrapped around my wrist, pulling me through the crowd like she couldn’t get us out of there fast enough.

"Hey—" I started, but she didn’t stop.

Didn’t even look at me.

She yanked me toward the nearest hallway, away from the hallways, away from the students, away from the eyes and whispers and rumors.

And the moment we were alone in the empty classroom, the moment she slammed me against the nearest wall, her hands braced against the surface beside my head, her chest rising and falling just as heavily as mine—

I swore the world stopped spinning.

Kathrine’s eyes were blazing. A storm. A fire. A thousand emotions swirling inside them, but not a single one I could read.

She had me caged against the wall, her hands planted on either side of my head, her breath coming out in sharp, controlled exhales.

And I—

I was reeling.

"You’re fucking insane," she muttered, shaking her head.

I licked my lips, swallowing hard. "Then why did you bring me here?"

Kathrine clenched her jaw. "Because you were making a scene."

"You think I give a fuck about a scene?" My voice came out hoarse, raw with frustration. "You think I care about what anyone else saw? What about you? What about what we did? What we—"

Her hand slammed against the wall beside my head, making me jump. "Don’t," she warned. "Don’t act like last night changed anything."

My stomach dropped.

I felt my nails dig into my palms. My entire body tensed.

"How can you say that?" My voice was barely a whisper now, shaking. "How can you act like it meant nothing?"

Kathrine didn’t respond. Not right away.

But I saw the way her fingers twitched. The way her throat bobbed when she swallowed. The way her shoulders squared, like she was bracing herself for a fight she didn’t even want to admit she was in.

It wasn’t nothing.

It was everything.

And she fucking knew it.

"You’re scared," I said, my voice quieter now. More certain. More dangerous. "You’re scared because if you admit it meant something, then you’d have to admit you fucking want me. Your bully."

Kathrine’s eyes darkened.

"Shut up, Glyndon."

"You’d have to admit that last night wasn’t just about sex," I pushed, stepping closer.

She didn’t move away.

"You’d have to admit you liked it when I begged for you," I whispered. "You liked it when I wore your chains when I let you put that collar on me. You liked that I was yours."

Kathrine inhaled sharply through her nose.

I knew I was right.

"You liked all of it," I continued my lips barely an inch from hers now. "But you’re too much of a fucking coward to—"

Her fingers wrapped around my throat.

Not tight. Not choking. Just holding. Just controlling. Just reminding me exactly who she was and exactly what she could do to me.

I gasped, but I didn’t move.

And neither did she.

For a long, drawn-out moment, we just stared at each other. The air between us was thick, unbearable, pulsing with everything we weren’t saying.

Then, finally, she spoke.

"Don’t push me, Glyndon," she murmured. Low. Dangerous. Threatening.

A shiver ran down my spine.

And I wanted nothing more than for her to push me back.

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