Page 32 of If You Dare

When I don’t say anything, she adds, “Chloe would be proud.”

My sister’s name from her mouth sends my fist flying into the dashboard. Violet flinches, scooting as far away from me as her seat will allow. “Don’t fucking talk to me about her. In fact, don’t let her name come out of your fucking mouth again.”

Silence falls over us. Violet remains statue-still for a few seconds, letting me calm down. But there’s no calming me down anymore. I’ve been pissed every day since my sister died, and my fury only grows with each day that passes without justice.

Violet slowly pulls out her phone as if I don’t notice every single move she makes.

“Put your fucking phone away.”

“I just need to text my boss—”

“You don’t need to text anybody. Nobody gives a shit about where you are or what happens to you. Now put the phone away before I rip it out of your hand.”

Violet slips her phone back in her pocket. She knows I’m right. No one gives a shit about her, not even her mom who made her come back to Diamond University knowing I’d be here. Knowing what I’d want to do to her if I saw her again.

Tears flood her eyes and my cock twitches in my jeans. I grab her hand and flatten it against my hard-on. “This is what your tears do to me.”

Her nose scrunches, disgusted, and she tries to pull away, but I don’t let her.

“Remove your hand and I’ll make you use your mouth instead.”

She freezes, suppressing her tears and not daring to move a muscle. The threat of what my cock could do to her jaw a constant reminder beneath her palm.

I stroke her hand up my shaft, biting down on my lip to suppress a groan. She doesn’t get to know the kind of effect she still has on me. The only bit of power she continues to wield.

The rest of the ride passes in silence. I take random turns and backroads so she can’t track our movements. I brush off her hand, the feel of her palm on my cock over my jeans too good for comfort.

When I finally pull over, I tell her, “Get your phone out.”

Wordlessly, she does as she’s told. Guess she still has some sense left in that head.

“Turn the passcode off.”

When she does, I hold out my hand. “Give it to me.”

She obeys, and I slide her phone in my pocket.

Her entire body’s shaking now. Nothing but empty fields around us. I could kill her out here. I could get away with it. Too bad I can’t stomach being anything like her.

“Get out.”

Her head whirls to me. “What?”

“Get. Out.”

“But...how will I get back to campus?”

I shrug. “Not my problem.”

Fuck. She needs to stop crying or I’m going to get too hard to resist her anymore.

“Why are you doing this?” she whispers.

“Why did you kill my sister?”

Violet drops her gaze to her lap. Her voice comes out barely audible. “I didn’t mean to.”

“That doesn’t matter. You fucking did it. And you got away with it. Until now, anyway. You deserve this, you know that?”

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