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I’m going to beat his skull in.

Luke tucks his phone in his back pocket. “With Violet.”

Chapter31

After

Violet

I’m writingin the library with my back to the door when it squeaks open behind me. I spin around, smile already wide across my face knowing it’s Wes.

But the footsteps aren’t familiar. Not his combat boots and heavy gait.

No, the Devil who approaches has a lighter step. More stealth. More sinister.

Trey grins and sits beside me, hands clasped together on the table. My stomach drops like lead, the chill of panic enveloping me.

I start to stand, but he’s too quick—his heavy hand comes down on my shoulder and forces me back into my seat, pain lancing down my arm and into my neck as my ass smacks back down. “Where you going, beautiful? I just got here.”

A tight knot coils in my gut, but I keep my chin high. I won’t let Trey get off on my fear anymore. “You need to leave me alone. Wes will kill you if he finds you here alone with me.”

Trey’s twisted smile makes bile rise to my throat. “I’d like to see him try.”

When his palm lands on my leg, I throw it off. “Don’t touch me,” I hiss.

Trey tsks. “Remember, pretty girl? You’re going to let me touch you. Anywhere I want. Or my knife will.”

“Don’t,” I plead, the marks he left on my stomach still scabbed and healing.

But his hand is already back on my knee, traveling up my thigh.

His touch feels like slimy bugs crawling up my skin. All I want is to push him off, run out of the room, but I know he’ll be too fast. He’ll catch me then stab me or cut me.

Trey’s hand drifts up my skirt and reaches my panties. Tears spring to my eyes.

“Stop.” And even though it comes out in a whisper, I know he can hear me. But he ignores my plea.

He stands abruptly, his chair squealing against the floor, and shoves mine back. I yelp, and he pries my thighs apart, positioning himself between them from where he kneels in front of me.

The same position he was in the last time we were in the library together. Right before Wes grabbed me and pulled me away, preventing Trey from getting his mouth on me.

His tongue licks slowly up from my knee to the edge of my panties. I want to shove at him, kick him, but I don’t dare with that knife in his pocket.

When his nose brushes against the apex of my thighs, he sniffs audibly. I cringe. “Mmm.” His hot breath hits my panties, and I want to shrivel. “I hope you taste as good as you smell.”

I nearly heave as he repeats the motion on my other leg, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake. Marking me.

His thumb drifts up between my legs, rubbing against my sensitive nub, and I cry out when his mouth latches on my thigh. Sucking like he intends to bruise my whole body.

“Trey, stop!” I yell.

“Not until I find out how wet you are for me.”

That’s when the door behind me swings open.

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Wes

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