Page 66 of If You Dare

When it does, I clamp down on my lip to suppress my cry from the white-hot sting, tasting copper when I catch my tongue.

Trey stares in delight as blood trickles down to my belly button. He licks my blood off his knife and I want to vomit. “My girl will fucking love the pain.”

He’s so fucking twisted. Sadistic. Even Wes hasn’t done anything this bad to me, and his are the only justifiable punishments.

Trey places the knife against my abdomen again, and this time, I scramble to get away. Desperate to escape him before he can inflict more agony.

He pins me to the wall with a forearm across my chest, making it near impossible to breathe. “You’re taking your punishment, pretty girl.”

Another slice across my flesh has me crying out, followed quickly by another. The delight builds in his eyes with every cry of agony that escapes my lips. My blood trickling, a few drops hitting the floor, but none of the cuts deep enough to make me bleed out. Just enough to make me scream and cry and writhe beneath him, exactly as he wants.

His rock-hard erection presses against my hip through his jeans, the evidence of just how much hurting me turns him on.

“I bet you’d lose your mind if I fucked you with this,” he pants, breathless.

My gut turns watery, terror prickling up my neck. “No,please,” I beg, knowing that my pleas are exactly what he wants, that he gets off on my fear, but I can’t help it.

His low chuckle hums along my skin. “Not the blade, beautiful. I’ll make sure it’s a knife with a nice, long handle.”

Sheer panic grips my throat like ghostly hands at the thought of Trey fucking me with the handle of a knife. Then undoubtedly taking his turn.

Outside, a few feminine giggles approach. Trey doesn’t panic at the possibility of getting caught assaulting me. Instead, he narrows his eyes, annoyed that our time together has been cut short.

He licks my blood off the blade, eyes rolling up like he’s a fucking vampire nourished by my essence. He shoves the knife back in his pocket before pulling out his phone, holding my shirt up.

He snaps a few photos of his handiwork before he’s satisfied, dropping my shirt and smirking. He turns and leaves just before the gaggle of girls can find him in here. “Until next time, sweetheart.”

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Wes

As soon asthose photos Trey snapped of Violet appear on my phone, I race to find her.

I’m going to knock his fucking teeth in when I see him.

I shove my way into the women’s restroom, a girl with jagged chestnut hair bent over a sink.

Trey did exactly as I instructed. He cut off that ponytail so I’d stop imagining wrapping my hand around it and pulling. But my plan backfired.

Violet is more beautiful now than I thought possible. My heart nearly fucking stops while I admire Trey’s handiwork.

Until she turns and I spot the rest of it.

The delicate skin on her belly marked with red, jagged slices. She’s been dabbing at the wounds with a damp paper towel. They’re shallow, but enough to fucking hurt.

My hands curl into fists that I want to launch at the wall. Better yet, right into Trey’s fucking nose.

Black makeup is smeared beneath her eyes, swollen from crying. I could fucking kill him.

“Fuck,” I hiss, feet still frozen as I take her in. “What did he do to you?”

She sniffles. “Everything you told him to.”

I don’t like the sound of that. I close the distance between us, examining her bare skin for any other damage he inflicted. “Did he hurt you anywhere else?”

If he touched her, if he fucked her, I swear I’ll bury him ten feet under—

“No,” she manages, attempting to step away from me, but I grip her hip, holding her in place. “But he wanted to.”

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