Page 28 of If You Dare

“Way to go, Wes,” one of the girls calls, but she says it with a laugh.

Violet's roommate’s eyes flash to me. “Wait. You’re Wes?” She angrily grabs a roll of paper towels and starts pointlessly dabbing at Violet’s soaked skin and clothes. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

I don’t let the easygoing smile slip off my face. “Of course not. It was an accident.”

“Yeah, right,” her roommate grumbles, tossing the soaked paper towel at the trash and missing.

I grab Violet’s arm and drag her from the room, ignoring her roommate’s protests. She tries to follow us, but she can’t part the crowd like I can. Violet pulls against me, trying to free herself from my grip, but her attempts are laughable. She’s a bird fighting a brick wall.

Once I get her in my bathroom, I slam the door behind us, flick the lock, and whirl on her. She’s cowering near the shower, trying to get as far from me as she can.

“Why the fuck are you wearing that?” I growl.

She glances down at her soaked dress, scared and confused. “Um. I don’t know...it’s a party. Aneesa told me to wear it.”

I roll my eyes. Right. She still does whatever anyone tells her to do. Her mom tells her to stay at Diamond University, she stays. Aneesa tells her to wear a dress, she wears it. If Chloe had told her to jump off a bridge, she would’ve jumped.

She doesn’t know how to stand up for herself. How to fight back. She never has. That’s what makes this so easy.

I grab a towel and close the distance between us. Her back hits the shower and she’s got nowhere else to go. My finger hooks in her plunging neckline, her tits still wet and glistening, mere inches from my touch. She gulps.

With my other hand, I wipe the punch off her arm, her shoulder, her chest. Even with the cloth between us, I can feel her heart thumping against her ribcage.

I lean toward her neck and leisurely lick the spiked punch off her skin, the sweet flavor mixed with a hint of hard liquor and the delectable taste of Violet. She shivers but doesn’t shove me away or tell me to stop.

Her nipples peak again and I wonder how wet she already is for me.

“Don’t ever wear something like this around me again,” I warn her, glaring into her wide hazel eyes. “Unless you want to get bent over the nearest table and fucked.”

A flicker of arousal in her eyes before she remembers to fear me. She presses her back against the shower, finally pushing my hand away. “Please just let me leave.”

“You shouldn’t have come here in the first place.” I drag her out of the bathroom, shoving a protesting Aneesa out of the way, and slam my bedroom door behind us before throwing my sweats and an old jersey at her. She’ll drown in them, but at least they’ll hide her delicious curves. “Change.”

Violet stares at me wide-eyed, clutching the clothes to her chest. “What—”

“Change.Now.”

She drops my clothes on the bed and starts to bend until she notices I’m still watching. Her mouth pinches. “Can you at least turn around?”

I fold my arms, leaning back against the wall to settle in for the show. “No.” She sighs but decides arguing won’t get her anywhere. Smart girl. She grabs the sweats, but I shake my head. “Take the panties off.”

“What? Why?”

“Because you’re soaked, Violet.” I’ll let her mull over that double entendre.

“Because you threw punch on me,” she grumbles, but she does as I say, tugging her panties down her legs. My cock hardens.

“You’re the one who showed up here.”

“I didn’t know it was at your apartment. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have.”

“How you can even go to a party while your best friend is dead is sick.”

Her eyes flash up to mine as she hikes the sweats to her waist, fabric bunched at her ankles. She debates whether she’s going to retort until she decides to go for it. “You’re partying while your sister is dead.”

I’m up against her in three steps. She balks, instantly realizing her mistake. “But I didn’t fuckingkillher, did I?”

Aneesa pounds on the door. “Let her out of there, Wes! Or I’ll call campus security!”

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