Page 16 of His Stubborn Girl

I should scream. I should fight him off, but I’m a ragdoll for his taking. The perfect victim.

“I knew you were a naughty girl.” He grips my hair, twisting it in his palm. “I could tell by the way you looked at me that you wanted it. This pussy is so fucking wet.” He thrusts in faster, rocking me forward, tugging me by the reins. “How does that spin cycle feel, huh?” Faster. “Feels to me like you’re about to come all over my cock.” And faster.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

My eyes fly open to the sound of the alarm, and I’m jolted from the dream. Drawing in air to fill my racing lungs. My heart is pumping so hard, and the need is throbbing between my legs. My panties are completely soaked. I’m sure I’ve wet my bed.

Sophie shuts off her alarm and quietly tiptoes to the bathroom. As soon as the door shuts, I run my fingers between my legs, rubbing quickly. I close my eyes, picking up right where I left off, imagining Lukas’s hips pumping into me, the strain on his face, his body slick with sweat. I’m pressed up against the washer, forced to succumb to his violent attack, and my body goes right over the edge. I bury my head into my pillow to muffle my screams. Convulsing as the shocks hit.

When the last one settles, I go limp. Reality crashing in just like it always does. It was so real I could feel it. I could smell his scent around me. Hear his deep voice in my ear. Feel his panting grunts against my skin. His cock splitting me apart. And I wanted it. I wanted him to fuck me harder.

The bathroom door opens, and I pull my hand out from between my legs, trying to pretend like I’m asleep as Sophie quietly gathers her things and exits the room. It’s our first day of classes, but I’m not even thinking about that. I’m nervous over the disease that’s spreading through my system, making me feel sicker by the day.

My phone buzzes and I reluctantly reach for it, assuming it’s my mom wanting to wish me a good first day at school, wanting to make sure I’m awake for my classes.

Lukas:Good luck on your first day of classes. Can’t wait to hear all about it later. Love you, sis.

And I love you. Just not the way I’m supposed to.

12

Lukas

A month passes, but time does nothing to make the madness fade.

Ialmost send the call to voicemail, but I swipe the little button across the screen. What if it’s an emergency? I’d hate myself for ignoring it.

“Hey, Torre. What’s up?”

“I just heard you’re throwing a party tonight.”

I shouldn’t have answered it. Fuck. I’m not in the mood for this right now. My nerves are shot from a lack of sleep. Being on edge all the time is wearing me down.

“Where’d you hear that?” I take a deep breath, bracing for the fight. It’s all we ever do anymore. Every time we get together, we end up arguing. The feelings flood in, the tension bottles up, and then inevitably a fight begins. Sometimes, she starts it. Sometimes, I start it. Sometimes, I don’t even know what we’re arguing about.

“Willow told me.”

Of course she did. I should’ve known Brennon’s girlfriend would tell her about the party. The two girls have gotten close over the last month. They met at the first game, and my sister adopted Willow right away. She’s always had a soft spot for the quiet girls. And Willow’s one of the shyest girls I’ve ever met. Though, I know that has to do with her speech impediment. It’s obvious crowds make her nervous, but my sister has managed to break past her nerves, and now the three of them, Sophie included, are always together.

“So, were you not going to invite me?”

No. I wasn’t. The idea of having Torrin being ogled and hit on by my teammates doesn’t sit well. She’s too tempting. Add alcohol into the mix, and that shit makes me nervous. If she were here, I definitely wouldn’t be able to drink. I need my thoughts completely sober when I’m around her.

“It’s for the team and their girlfriends, Torre.” And whoever got wind of it. I just told the guys I’m cutting off capacity at a hundred, so they could invite their friends, roommates, etc... And I know some of the cheerleaders are coming, which means they’ve probably invited some of their sorority sisters.

“That’s not what I heard,” Torre snaps through the line. “Willow said that a bunch of girls were talking about it in class yesterday.”

“Yeah. And? What’s the problem? Some of the guys passed along the invite. Doesn’t change the fact that you’re not twenty-one. Besides, it’s a school night. You should be studying.”

Her grumble has me gripping the phone tighter. I’m seriously not in the mood for this. I have a party to get ready for. And I need to mentally gear up to handle the crowd. I’m trying to cheer the guys up and build up the team’s spirit, but how the fuck do I do that when my spirit feels like it’s breaking? These feelings are bleeding into everything. My thoughts. My mood. My game. I had the worst practice in history the other day, and it’s all attributed to the thoughts that were chasing me down the field.

“More than half of the team isn’t twenty-one, Lukas. And everyone has classes tomorrow. So how come it’s okay for them to be there, but your own sister isn’t allowed to come?”

Because I don’t want to fuck any of them.

“I’m not babysitting your ass tonight, Torre. The answer is still no.”

“I’m not twelve, Lukas. I don’t need you to babysit me.”

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