Page 54 of If You Dare

My legs clench together and they chuckle. Tears prick my eyes. They don’t care where we are or who might see. They didn’t bother with the masks this time. They know they’ll get away with doing whatever they want to me.

Trey pulls the scrunchy from my bun, hair falling past my shoulders in waves. “Should’ve worn this in a ponytail so we could pull it.” My stomach twists just as he pushes me onto Mason’s lap, bony and painful. “Give him a lap dance. He’s still a virgin.”

“I’m not,” he seethes. Mason’s hands, massive despite his leaner frame, go right to my breasts, squeezing hard over my sweater and making me wince.

I flatten back against his chest, trying to escape the pain, but he only squeezes harder.

Trey slides out of his chair with a slimy grin, crouching under the table where he’s hidden. “Don’t let her make a sound.” He pushes my skirt up my thighs and pries them open, making me gasp at the sudden, violent intrusion. Brody clamps a hand over my mouth.

A wild glance in Wes’s direction tells me he’s not happy, but he’s not moving to rescue me either.

Of course not. He was the one who pinned me to the ground in the woods. He was the one reaching for his fly to fuck me into the dirt.

Trey’s hot breath hits my panties. I try to scramble away, but Mason and Brody hold me down, Trey keeping my legs in place like guillotines. “I bet she tastes so fucking good,” he murmurs.

A chair screeches, making all of us jump.

Wes is at my side, grabbing my arm and hauling me up and off Mason. His face is stormy, and for a second, I think he’s going to rescue me.

But then he sits and hauls me onto his lap.

He’s rock-hard between my ass cheeks. So hard, if he pushed inside me, it might be the worst pain I’ve ever felt.

His arms wrap around me, and this isn’t about him rescuing me or giving a shit about me.

This is possession.

“Get out,” he growls at his teammates.

Trey emerges from beneath the table, still grinning. “We were just starting to have some fun.”

“Get. Out.”

Now the smile slips from Trey’s face and his eyes narrow. “What? She’s all yours now?”

“That’s how it works. I claimed her. She’s mine.”

His words send a thrill through me, even if they shouldn’t.She’s mine. I might not be safe in Wes Novak’s arms, but they’re the only arms I want to be in.

Trey rolls his eyes, grabbing his bag. The other guys follow suit. “Whatever, man. I’ve got a line of puck bunnies waiting to suck my dick.”

Wes and I remain motionless as the rest of the team leaves the library. When it’s just us, I brace myself for his lips to brush against my skin. His hands to drift up my thighs or to squeeze my breasts. To do everything to me that his teammates were doing, everything that got him hard and made him want to try for himself.

Instead, the cocoon of warmth from his arms disappears and he shoves me from his lap. “Get the fuck off me.”

I’m on unsteady feet, free from his clutches, and I should be rushing to get away. Take advantage of this moment of freedom, of safety. But I’m frozen in place. I can’t read him. One minute, he can’t stop himself from wanting me, and the next, touching me repulses him.

A gaggle of giggling freshmen enters the library, gathering around a table in the opposite corner, and I head for the circulation desk, hands shaking and mind spinning.

I should be glad he didn’t grope me like his teammates. Glad he didn’t take advantage of me.

He hates me. He loves tormenting me. He’s my bully.

But part of me is still hanging on to the Wes Novak I used to know. Part of me even wants the Wes he is now.

I don’t care if he’s rough. I don’t care if it hurts.

Against my better judgment, against every instinct in my body warring with my mind, I want him.

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