Page 31 of If You Dare

My eyes sting when Trey’s heavy hand on my shoulder shoves me down until I land so hard on my knees, my teeth clack together.

“Let go of me,” I beg.

Brody claps a revolting hand over my mouth. “Novak, shove your cock down her throat and shut her up.”

Wes steps between them. He’s finally going to stop this. Even he has to realize this is crossing a line.

Until I spot the long, solid bulge in his pants. He’s rock-hard at the sight of me on my knees before him, Trey’s hand still on my shoulder holding me down and Brody’s on my mouth keeping me quiet.

To my horror, Wes pushes my hair over my shoulders before his hand drifts to his belt.

Behind us, the elevator dings. “Maintenance!” a voice calls out.

My heart is in my throat, and Wes yanks me to my feet, nearly popping my arms out of my sockets before the four of them retreat, leaving me alone in the hallway with the maintenance worker as they escape down the stairwell.

I clap a hand over my mouth and run for the girls’ restroom, stomach churning.

The next time they trap me, I might not escape.

* * *

Wes

She’s gother hood pulled over her head again today. She’s stupid if she thinks that’s a disguise. Today, she’s ditched the sweatpants for shorts, though, and I allow myself one sweep down her legs before I pull over.

Violet jumps away from my car when the tire hits the curb. Her eyes widen when she spots me and she braces to make a run for it. But my window’s already down and I shout my command, “Get in!”

When she hesitates, my hands twist around the steering wheel. Someday she’ll learn to fucking listen to me. “Get the fuck in this car.”

“I-I need to get to class,” she stutters.

“Get. In.”

Finally, she does as she’s told. She clasps her hands in her lap to stop them from shaking and drops her hood, the shitty disguise useless now.

“You know no matter what you wear, I can spot you from a mile away.”

She wrings her hands together. Her legs are smooth and pale. She doesn’t stay outside long enough to get any sun. Too afraid of how being outside around other people might end for her. My hand aches to reach out and grip her thigh. Feel how soft she is. Then I’d grab her ponytail, yank it, and push that pretty face down into my lap.

I could. I could drive us around as long as I want, make her suck me off and swallow it. She’d hate it, and I’d love every second, but I don’t want to enjoy a single moment with Violet Harris.

At least if I had made her suck me off in front of the guys, it would’ve been about more than the blowjob. Public humiliation, degradation, control. But enjoying her in private is too intimate to rationalize.

Besides, I know she’s fantasized about sucking my cock before. Maybe she still does. I refuse to act out her fantasies.

Only her nightmares.

“I know this doesn’t help.” Her voice is small, a shell of the girl she used to be. “But I swear it was an accident.”

I clench my jaw and pull back out onto the road. “You’re right. That doesn’t help.”

She grips the door handle when I pull off campus, but she doesn’t dare jump out. She knows she won’t get far. “Where are you taking us?”

“Wherever the fuck I feel like.”

Her panic escalates when I sail past the center of Diamond, nails digging into the upholstery. But she tries to keep her voice even. “Congrats on getting captain.”

I fucking hate that she knows that. Hate that she gets to know I made captain but my sister never will.

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