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Icy fingers sunk into my stomach. Not because I was afraid of this tool; I could deal with him myself. But if he was right, then Remy had probably already shared my location and every other detail about me with the internet. All those attack sites that had been tracking my movements and plotting ‘revenge’—really, just bullying–-would be up and running again.
That sure made last night’s spanking seem like it wasn’t much punishment at all.
He leaned forward, his eyes glinting wickedly. “And I know what I want to do with you right now.”
He grabbed my arms, his grip bruisingly tight, yanking me toward him. He tried to plant a kiss on my lips, although I had the feeling that a kiss wasn’t his end goal.
I let him pull me close.
And I used that momentum to knee him in the balls.
He doubled over, cursing. I jumped up and kicked him in the face, knocking him into the air until he fell on his ass, then I headed for the door.
He fell on me from behind. I grabbed his arm and started to throw him, but as I squatted to get momentum, another guy tackled me. The two of them managed to pin me on the ground.
“I’m going to give you something those guys couldn’t,” the one snarled. Blood dripped steadily from his nose, soaking into my hoodie, and I tried to kick him off. “You’re not theirs anymore. I’m going to–”
“She’s always ours.” Stellan’s low, cold voice sent a wave of panic washing over the bloodied face of the man who was trying to get on top of us. “What were you going to do to her?”
“Nothing,” the second man stuttered. “We were just going to return her to you. Make sure she didn’t get away.”
“We have her under control,” Stellan said. “And I don’t appreciate you touching what we’ve specifically said is ours alone. You need to learn a lesson in respect.”
The two men backed away from him. One of them cast a wide-eyed, desperate look at me, as if I were going to help. I gave them a shrug and a smile instead.
Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.
Part of me was surprised Stellan had stopped them, especially after I’d just attacked him with a knife. There was an angry cut across his cheek, but he seemed completely focused on these two men—and furious.
Stellan and the others were more attached to me than they wanted to admit–although I wasn’t sure if they were attached to hurting me or desiring me.
Or both.
Stellan suddenly burst into motion. One of the guys grabbed me as if he were going to push me into Stellan to distract him, but I ducked him and gave him a shove in Stellan’s direction instead. Stellan caught him and punched him across the face, then moved on to his friend. He beat the two of them bloody, then opened the door I’d been trying to leave through and shoved them outside.
“No, you don’t,” I said.
He cocked his head to one side, as if he had to think for a second before he realized what I was responding to. He’d saidwe have her under control.Then understanding dawned on his face.
He leaned in the doorway to talk to the two bleeding, cursing first years. “You’re done here. You’ll never be our brothers.”
Then he shut the door, locking the two of them out…forever. He turned to face me, his wavy hair flopping into his face from the fight, but he barely looked as if he’d broken a sweat. Blood was pouring down his cheek now though, and he stopped and stemmed it with the back of his hand pressed to his cheek. The desire to press myself against him and tend his wound was a sudden, strong temptation… but I was too ashamed of my sleepwalking to take a step forward.
“How long were you there, watching me like a creep?” I asked.
“Long enough. I was enjoying watching while you were still putting up a fight.” His words dripped with condescension, but I had a feeling he was just baiting me and knew his words weren’t true.
I never stopped fighting, even if sometimes that fight looked like compliance to the stupid.
“Thanks for the rescue,” I said, baiting him right back.
He scoffed. “I don’t want them to ruin our fun.”
He gripped the nape of my neck and guided me away from the door, back further into their castle.
“You said I’m yours. It’s touching.”
“Our trash,” he said.
