Page 64 of If You Dare

I suck in my cheeks and he hisses at the suction around his cock. I take him as deep as I can until I start to feel the gag building and glide my tongue back up his shaft. A rough hand lands in my hair. “Fuck, Violet. That’s a good girl.”

My chest flutters from the praise.

When I reach the tip, I experimentally swirl my tongue around it, tasting the salt of his pre-cum. His hand fists in my hair. “Down your throat, baby.”

I suck his length again, but when I start to come back up, he drives his hips forward, hitting the back of my throat.

His pelvis hits my teeth, and I sputter around his cock as he chokes me with it and the belt. With my hair in his grip, he controls my head, forcing my mouth rhythmically up and down his cock. “You love that, don’t you? You love choking on my dick.”

The hard tip hits the back of my throat over and over. My eyes sting as his fingers pull my hair and his cock wrenches my jaw.

My stomach starts to ache with every gag, but he doesn’t care, and with the long, low groans emitting from his throat, distorted by his mask, I don’t care either. “God, I love that you can barely take it. You want the belt tighter, baby?”

He doesn’t give me a chance to answer. The belt around my neck tightens, restricting my airflow. I’m forced to open my mouth wider to try to suck down air, which only makes him fuck my mouth harder and faster. The only sounds filling the room are his skin smacking against my face and my gurgles around his cock, foreign to my ears.

My fingernails dig into his thighs, but he doesn’t notice as his thrusts into my mouth get faster and faster. “You’re going to swallow every last drop of my cum,” he warns.

Before I can protest, he drives his cock into me to the hilt, forcing ropes of his salty cum down my throat. Tears spill out of my eyes now as I gag and claw at his thighs, but he doesn’t move until his cock gives one final twitch in my mouth.

When he finally pulls his still-hard length past my lips and releases the belt from my neck, I collapse on all fours onto the floor, gasping and coughing. Knowing I’ll taste him in my throat and on my tongue for days. Feel the phantom grasp of his belt on my skin.

He zips his pants with a note of finality. “Don’t tell anyone about this.”

I straighten, sitting back against the shelf behind me, legs too weak and shaky to stand. “Who would I tell?”

I can’t tell Aneesa. She would call me crazy for hooking up with the Devil who’s been bullying me since I got back to campus. I have no one else.

“Keep it that way. I don’t want anyone to know I stuck my dick in Violet Harris’s mouth.”

Wes turns without another word, leaving me alone in the dark library.

Shame rockets through me. I’ve heard the way the other hockey players talk about girls on campus. They’ll jump at any chance to brag about getting their dick sucked.

But I am the shameful secret. The girl no one can know he wants.

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In my history class,the professor asks me a question, but I’m too distracted by thoughts of Wes and the rest of the Devils to get the answer right. The professor shakes his head, disappointed. I’ve never liked history, never been good at memorizing all the various dates and years of different wars and tragedies, but I’ve also never had a C in a class before.

Now I have a C in this class and Advanced Fiction Writing. The one course I thought I was guaranteed to ace. What writer gets a C in a creative writing class?

If I can even call myself a writer anymore.

After class, I stuff my books and laptop in my bag as fast as I can. As soon as I’m out the door, I find Trey leaning back against the adjacent wall, casually flipping open a pocket knife.

I halt when his emerald gaze finds mine, a terrifying smile crawling across his face.

My heart jumps to my throat, blood pounding in my ears.

I need to get the hell away from Trey before he carries out whatever plans he has for me and that knife.

I hurry down the hall and duck into a restroom that’s almost never occupied, tucked away in an obscure corner of the University Center’s top floor.

The room is empty. I splash water on my face and breathe slowly through my nose, pulling myself together.

I’m okay. I’ll be okay.The Devils will get bored of tormenting me eventually. All I have to do is survive until Wes graduates next semester.

Behind me, the door squeaks open. When I glance in the mirror above the sink, it isn’t a girl entering the restroom.

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