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CHAPTER10
Evie
Owen lets out a dark chuckle that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. “I already have, Evie.”
A surge of dread fills me.
He won’t get away with this? What in the hell are you thinking?
This is Owen Dalton, heir to the entire town of Pinecrest. He could commitmurderand get away with it. He turns to look at me over his shoulder from his position at the door. There’s a jolt inside me when our eyes lock, but he quickly breaks that gaze to scour my body. I slowly draw up my pants and underwear, and just as slowly get to my feet.
I push up my chin, glaring at him. “I’llmake you pay.”
Owen tilts his head, watching me as he adjusts his cock in his pants. The arrogant gesture twists my insides, and I have to force my eyes away from the sight of him holding his dick through his pants.
Why is my body responding to him like this?
“How, Evie? Will you report me to the university? Tell your parents? Just try. Fuck it, telleveryone.” He leans forward a little, that cruel smile playing at his lips again. “Idareyou.”
My chest is too tight to reply.
Owen watches me for a second, and then nods. “That’s what I thought.”
He leaves the door open behind him, but it takes at least a minute before I can relax enough to sit down. And the instant I do, I’m back on my feet with a hiss. I slide a hand over my ass, wincing at the sting, before trying to straighten out my underwear.
That’s when I feel how wet I am.
That’s when I realize just howfuckedI am.
I swallow hard as I wrap my arms around my chest and try to force rational thought back into my mind.
He wasn’t bluffing. Which means I can’t allow myself near him, because I obviously have some kind of a fucking death wish. Why else would I keep setting him off like that?
How in the hell do I stay clear when I’m living a stone’s throw from him? Willow said it would take at least a week to fix the girls’ dorm rooms… a week of tiptoeing around this place in the hopes I don’t bump into Owen.
It’s simple. You’ll never leave your room.
“Do you need a minute?” Kat asks behind me.
I spin around, jerking my hand out of my pants where I’d been rubbing the warm, stinging handprint Owen left behind on my skin. “I… had a wedgie.”
Kat laughs, but she sounds tired. “Want to watch a movie with us?” She shimmies her shoulders. “Popcorn, cocoa, snuggles?”
Nothing in the world sounds more comforting to me right now… unless—
“Who’ll be there?”
“Just us girls. Sounds like the guys are going to play pool or something.”
“Just let me change into something comfier.” I need to get rid of all evidence that Owen was even here—such as my damp underwear. I don’t know how I’d suffer through a movie knowing he’d done that to me. I’m hoping a change of clothes will help me forget.
Kat gives me a onceover, and then shrugs. “We’re downstairs in the TV room.”
She leaves via the bathroom door, which I’m assuming will be the norm from now on. As soon as it closes behind her, I go over to my dresser and pull out a change of clothes.
I keep wincing as fabric touches my sore ass. I wonder if that was Owen’s intention? Leaving a mark on me that would hurt for a while—a constant reminder of my punishment for talking back to him.
The ways I can make you suffer are only limited by my imagination.
