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I wasn’t used to being lifted. In cheerleading stunts, I’d always been a base, supporting the girls who flew. Not tall, but solid. Guys didn’t just sling me across their chests and carry me around.
As awareness kicked in, I squirmed. “I can walk,” I growled.
“Seemed like you were having trouble with those high heels in the snow.” The fake sympathy in his voice made me want to smack him. “I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
His arms were stone — one hooked under my knees, the other beneath my shoulders. A hand splayed against my thigh. I was trembling.
“I think you want a lot of things to happen to me.”
“You have no idea.”
His strides covered a lot of ground. I jostled in his arms, and he tightened his grip. My heart thudded in my chest, my pussy was on fire, and I was desperately nervous about what would happen in Patrick’s room. Naked, together, intimate. Humiliated.
Snowflakes landed on my cheeks and melted instantly.
You agreed to this,I told myself.James is in the house. Sydney’s going to call. Patrick isn’t going to hurt you.But the throbbing between my legs scared me most of all.
When we reached the side of Kappa Sig, Patrick let go with one hand to turn the doorknob. He kicked open the door. A staircase stretched up.
Out of nowhere, I snickered. I couldn’t help it.
“What?” He looked surprised. Amused.
“Come on, you’re not going to carry me up those stairs, are you? I know you’re a mountain of muscle and all, but I’m no feather.”
“You don’t need to be.” He started toward the stairs.
“Fine.” I swallowed my giggles. “Now put me down.”
He ignored me, jogging up the stairs as I clutched his huge arms. I thought of the safe word he’d given me. I didn’t use it.
At the top, he set me down. The hallway was empty except for a couple who hadn’t made it to a bedroom and were noisily sucking face by the wall. They didn’t glance our way.
Patrick unlocked the first door on the left and propelled me inside. I got a quick impression of a queen-size bed with blue sheets, a wooden desk and chair, a lamp that gave the room a dim glow, and a few bookshelves before he pushed me against the wall by the door.
“Look,” I began, with no idea what I was going to say.
Patrick shrugged off his coat and threw it on the chair. When he turned to me, his eyes froze the words on my lips.
Thumbs hooked into my leggings and panties, pulling them swiftly to my knees. A heavy hand pinned my shoulder to the wall. The muscles in his huge arm strained through his shirtsleeve. His other hand cupped my mound again, but this time his fingers met bare skin.
“Jesus,” I moaned. I had my pants around my knees and my pussy exposed to his view. Patrick’s pale eyes focused between my legs as he deliberately stroked the neat triangle of dark hair and spread my bare lips. If this was what he meant by humiliation, it was working. My face burned scarlet. “Your hand is so cold…”
“No, your pussy’s just that hot.” He smiled at me, a smile that made me shiver. My nipples tightened under my jacket, and I thrust my crotch into his hand. I was so slippery that his fingers were sliding everywhere. In and out of my folds, finding every soft crevice and setting me aflame. “It’s so fuckinghungry. I’d even call it a desperate pussy. You haven’t been getting what you need, have you?”
“Bastard,” I gasped. “You don’t know that.”
“You’ve been asleep, Christina.” His voice was soft and mocking. “Am I wrong?He was finished in, like, two minutes, and I never finished at all.”
“Shut up,” I whispered, hot and dizzy. “That was a private conversation. I wasn’t talking to you.”
“I just felt so bad for you afterward.” He stroked my clit, teasing the swollen bud to unbearable pleasure. “I couldn’t look away. You were a train wreck, but prettier.”
I bit his arm as hard as I could, through his shirt. A low growl broke his calm. A bulge, huge and menacing, pressed against my stomach.
Ice slid inside me. His finger, in my cunt. One was enough, all I could take right now.
“You’re a dick, but uglier,” I snarled. I was clutching his chest, hating the way my palms slid over his rock-solid torso, wanting more. What was the word he’d given me?Evergreen.I’d sayevergreen,and he’d stop. But I didn’t want him to stop, and that scared me more than anything he was saying or doing. “You watched me cry.”
