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He yanks me against him, his hands settling on my hips. “I already made it clear. You’re coming to my apartment tonight. No negotiation unless you want your family to know the truth.”
None of this makes sense.
Archer can have any girl he wants, or any other girl than me. Which begs the question, why’s he resorting to blackmail to get me into his bed?
I let him grab my hand and drag me in the opposite direction to the main entrance. There’s an apartment at the top of the library building. Rumor is that it has a beautiful view over the grounds and forest behind, but I don’t want to find out, because that means I’m going to have to have sex with Archer.
“Are you sure you want to do this now?” I ask, trying to think of a reason Coach might listen to.
He squeezes my hand tighter. “There’s no time like the present. I’m not sure why I’d wait when you’ve been driving me fucking crazy for an entire semester.”
The closer we get to the building, the more my breathing labors. There’s this pulse of adrenaline as the fight or flight instinct kicks in, and I know I have to get away. Yanking my hand free, I spin around fast and burst into a sprint across the courtyard toward the main door to the building where our dorms are.
“Adrianna!” He calls my name.
I keep running until I get to the door and every hope I had escapes me the moment I yank at it, finding it’s locked.
Of course it’s fucking locked. It’s well past midnight now.
Archer grabs me around the waist and lifts me away from the door.
I thrash out in an attempt to break free. “Put me down!”
“No, you’re being irrational.” He carries me across the courtyard to a door next to the library entrance. Archer places me down on my feet, but keeps a good grasp on me as he unlocks the door and pushes it open. “In. Now.” There’s anger in his tone and it makes me shiver.
I step forward, knowing that fighting is stupid, as it doesn’t stop him from telling my family the truth. And I step into the entrance, my head pounding hard in my chest as I gaze up the stairs.
“What are you waiting for, baby girl?” he asks, his hands on my hips.
I swallow hard and take my first step as his hands fall from my hips. A part of me wants to look back and check if he’s following, but I don’t. Instead, I keep walking until I make it into his apartment, which isn’t what I expected.
I thought it would be modern and have bachelor pad vibes, but it’s old-fashioned.
“I’ve changed nothing since the previous occupant. It suits the building, this style.”
I glance at him. “Yeah, but not sure it suits you.”
He shrugs and loosens his tie. “I’m not fussy.”
I walk around the living room, which is decorated in a colonial style with brown furnishings and dark beige walls. The curtains are also dark.
“A drink?” Archer asks, holding two glasses of clear liquid.
“What is it?” I eye the glass warily, as I wouldn’t put it past this man to drug me.
His jaw clenches. “Vodka. If you think I’ve drugged it, take mine.”
I arch a brow. “What if that was your plan all along and you actually drugged yours?”
He sighs heavily and then downs both glasses. “Do you want to pour your own?” He shakes his head. “I may be blackmailing you to sleep with me, but I want you to be aware during. Drugging you wouldn’t satisfy me at all.”
I watch him as he moves closer.
“I want to hear you moaning my name while I fuck you, baby girl.” He grabs my throat and pulls me toward him. “You’ll be making noise all night long.”
I hate the way my body tingles at the prospect. Even though I’m dreading what’s about to happen, a part of me wants it. The horny, virgin side of me who can’t keep her hormones in check.
“And I’m going to fill your pretty little cunt up with so much cum it’ll be dripping out of you for days.”
