Page 20 of If You Dare

“Bend over the bench, bunny,” I instruct her, leaning back against the locker.

She does as she’s told, bending with her eyes peering up at me as Trey drools over her ass. “My name is—”

“Shh, bunny.” I press a finger over her lips. “It doesn’t matter.”

Before she can say another stupid fucking word, I shove my cock down her throat. She blinks back the tears, but they eventually start to spill when Trey spits in his hand and slams into her pussy.

She cries out around my cock, gagging every time Trey’s thrusts send my dick down her throat. Brody stands over her, jerking off as her ass bounces. A couple of the guys crouch and suck her tits into their mouths. Her eyes roll with pleasure.

Luke walks by and out of the room without a word. He’s never been into sharing. If I gave a shit about the girl, I wouldn’t either. Wouldn’t want another guy even looking at her, let alone burying himself inside her.

Trey gets on the floor, spinning her to face him and pulling her down onto his cock. “What a good fucking slut,” he growls, pounding into her like she’s a blowup doll while her tits bounce wildly.

Brody kneels and sucks on his finger before nudging at her ass. “You’re going to love this, baby.”

She whimpers when I snap her head back to me, forcing her lips to part again even though her jaw is aching.

When Brody enters her ass, she cries out, lurching forward. I slam into her mouth over and over, dark makeup mixing with her tears and I smear the mess across her face before slapping, turning her flushed skin a brighter red.

She manages to wrap her hands around two more cocks, pumping them while she gets fucked in every hole. I squeeze her neck, restricting her airflow until she’s gasping around my cock.

Her saliva drips down to my balls just as they tighten. One of the guys cums on her back, and the room fills with the slap of skin on skin. Brody grunts, slamming into her tight ass just as Trey thrusts up into her and shouts, “Oh,fuck!”

The puck bunny’s scream around my cock sends reverberations all the way to my toes, and I release her neck as my hot cum spurts out and down her throat. She chokes, pushing at my thighs. But my hand crushes her head to me, her nose nearly brushing my pelvis as she’s forced to swallow my cum or drown in it.

“Good girl, bunny.”

With both hands, I mix her spit with her makeup and tears, spreading the concoction across her face.

Exactly what I would do to Violet Harris if I ever had her in this position. Getting off on her tears, her terror.

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Violet

The instant Aneesaspots me waiting for her in the dining hall, she gasps and hurries to the seat across from me, dropping her plate onto the table. “What happened?” She immediately digs out the med kit from her bag, scoots her chair next to me, and dabs at the scrapes on my hands.

“I tripped and fell.” The practiced lie comes out easily. I managed to cover the freshly blooming bruises on my neck with concealer.

I can’t tell Aneesa what really happened. She’ll demand to know who pushed me, and when I refuse to give her the name of my assailant, she’ll figure out who it is. Then she’ll do something stupid. Either track Wes down herself and demand that he leave me alone, which would only make my torment worse, or she’ll go to the administration and report it. And once Wes finds out I reported him, he won’t let me leave this campus alive.

No, Aneesa can’t know about any of this. I just need to suck it up and deal with it. Any punishment that Wes wants to dole out to me, I deserve anyway.

Thankfully, she buys the lie. “They should heal in a few days. Just make sure you keep the wounds clean and watch for infection.” I can’t help but smile. She’s so obviously pre-med. She slips the med kit back in her bag and stabs at her salad. “Anyway, I hope you have a cute outfit to wear because we’re going to a party tonight.”

I shake my head. “I’m not—”

She holds up a hand. “Stop, you’re going. A bunch of my friends will be there too. We’ll all look out for each other. You can’t spend your whole semester locked up in our dorm. You need to enjoy college.”

“I’m here to study and work, not to party.” I’ve been there, done that. I know exactly how a party ends.

Aneesa clicks through her phone, ignoring me. “I’ll even let you wear my favorite little black dress.”

“Aneesa—”

She shoves her phone in my face, a sexy black dress on her screen. She reminds me so much of Chloe. Stubborn, demanding, athletic, outgoing. The kind of girl who won’t take no for an answer only because she wants the best for you.

If she’d gotten a chance to meet Chloe, they would’ve been friends.

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