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"Yes, sir."
"You’re really gonna take that?" I ask Jacko, perplexed as he hands me my latte. "These bullies can’t speak to you like that."
Jacko lifts his head and glares at me. "You’re taking it just as much as me."
Brock roars and shoves Jacko as hard as he can. Jacko crashes into a trash can, his flailing limbs giving Raggedy Andy dolls a run for their money.
Brock removes my drink from my hand, then lifts it to my lips. "Lips. Open."
"You could speak in full sentences, you know."
"Lips. Open.Now."
Damn. The delicious taste of my latte washes over my tastebuds, making me forget all my worries for a second.
These are true bullies. They don't respect others, they do what they want, and they’ll beat up a lesser man without remorse.
How the hell did I wind up in their snare? I think back to that party last weekend, cringing internally when I picture how they claimed me. All I was doing was staring out the window, gazing at the moon, and wanting to leave. Then, they came up to me, forced me to my knees, and dominated me.
I shouldn’t be walking with them arm-in-arm while they help me drink my pumpkin spice latte.
I should dump the latte in their eyes and run.
I make a move for the latte so I can burn Brock’s face with it, but he snatches it away in the nick of time. "Ah ah ah."
"No you don’t, little girl."
Pink bursts in my cheeks, and I clench my fists. "Give me my drink and leave me alone."
"I don't think so." Brock smirks, lifting my drink far above his head. "Or, how about this. If you reach it, you can have it."
I stand on my tip toes, blushing as hatred for this man wells up inside me. "I’m reaching as tall as I can."
"Gotta stand taller, little girl." Rook places his enormous palm on my lower back, which should infuriate me. For some reason, it sends off a fresh course of tingles inside me, and my cheeks flush.
Stepping back, I glare at both boys. "Pick on someone your own size."
Brock smirks, and the sight is so beautiful… that I realize why every girl at this college throws themself at him. His emerald eyes are radiant today, his pink lips are full and plump, and the top lip curls slightly upward. His chiseled cheekbones remind me of a magazine model, and the mere sight of him makes me trip over my feet.
I glance at Rook next, and the sight of this seven-foot warrior takes my breath away. Tatted up with bulging muscles and a buzz cut that you’d think would make a girl want to run, Rook looks incredible. Nothing about him is a turn off: the man’s all brawn and masculinity. Nothing in this world stops him from getting what he wants out of life. I wonder what juvie was like, if he had to fight to the death to maintain dominance amongst all those bloodthirsty savages.He’s the type to emerge victorious.
"Come on." Brock tilts my chin up, and even though I despise him for hurting me so many times already, at this moment, I swoon into his cruel hand. "Let’s head to the quad."
Brock
Olivia is asking to be shattered into a million pieces.
The way her auburn hair flows over her shoulders would make her resemble the goddess Venus if Venus was about to get ruthlessly spanked by Jupiter. She’s wearing tight shorts today and a crop top that makes my balls scream for release, which shows me that she’s not feeling as self-conscious as last week.
Our little angel is coming out of her shell.
I shouldn’t be surprised because it was only a matter of time. Still, if the way she freaked out last week when Rook and I cornered her by the water fountain was any indication, she still has her guard up.
That turns me on.
I’m the monster hiding in her closet ready to rip her to shreds.
The King who will break her.
