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“Saddle up,” someone says with a vicious laugh.
“Better wrap your dick up, Big C. You don’t know where she’s been.”
How can I simultaneously be the school prude and the school bicycle? Yeah, you’ve got me there.
They don’t see this for what it is. I’m obviously not consenting to jack shit here. But no, they slap Carter on the back for a good hunt, like I’m the prize he’s won.
My teeth grind and my eyes lock with Lucas’. I open my mouth to call out for him, but the way his face contorts in anger makes me pause long enough for Carter to kiss me.
His mouth tastes sour when he forces his tongue past my lips.
I turn my head away from it with a broken cry. When he chases me for more, I bite him.
Carter manhandles me to a downstairs guest room. “You’re mine tonight, sweetness.”
The door closes behind us. I yell, kick, and flail. Carter is stronger than Lucas, his bigger muscles making it easy to hold me prisoner.
“Carter, let me fucking go!”
“Not a chance.”
He tosses me onto the bed and drags me to the edge by a tight grasp on my ankle. I claw at the covers, pulling half of the bedding with me.
How could Lucas look at me like he was the one who was furious? How could he abandon me to his horrible friend?
“Alec!” I scream at the top of my lungs. “Help!”
“No one’s coming, baby.” Carter grabs my ass and I squirm to get away. “Be quiet. They can’t hear you over the music. I want you to save those screams for when I split you open with my cock.”
The panic taking over my body sears me from the inside out as I thrash.
“Someone! Please!”
Carter’s right. No one is coming to save me. I have to save myself.
Thirty-Two
Lucas
Ignoring Gemma for more than two seconds is an impossible feat. One I haven’t accomplished all night.
My gaze keeps cutting back to her.
She looked good dancing, her arms overhead as EDM music pumped through the speakers. She came alive, shedding the guard she uses to keep everyone ten feet back at all times.
An invisible hook tugs at me, luring me to approach her.
At first I had half a mind to throw her out. But now that she’s here and smiling, I want to rush up to her and hold her close. I want to spill my guts to her so she might look at me like that.
Watching as guys tried to move in on her burned like acid, sizzling and popping in my gut. My hands are getting sore from clenching my fists. Crescent shapes indent my palms from my blunt nails.
When she’s out of my sight for a bit, I can’t ignore the niggling at my instincts to find her.
I take a step away from my post in the corner, finally working up the balls
to talk to her.
Marissa slides in front of me, blocking my path.
