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“Uh-huh.” Liam doesn’t change his stance.

I can’t see Evie, but I hear her. “Liam, can you put some towels on the edge for us so we can get out.”

I hear towels slap the floor of the pontoon, and we start making our way to the edge. The boat is visible only from the moonlight reflecting off the metal, but I make it there with no problem. The other girls beat me there, so I’m the last one out. I grab a towel when I’m halfway up the ladder and wrap it around my chest, letting it slide over my butt, and I climb up the rest of the way.

We locate our wet swimsuits and put them on. The mood has definitely shifted, and we use the excuse of being wet and cold to go back to the cabin.

Liam turns the boat lights on, pulls up the anchor, and makes his way back to the dock.

Since I was the last one up, I sit in the only remaining seat, which is next to Tony. It’s not where I would have chosen to sit, but the dock is only a few minutes away. I don’t want to make a scene, and I’m too drunk to try and stand while we’re moving. So next to Tony it is.

Chapter Twenty-Three

LOUISA

We get to the dock, and I’m standing up to get out when I feel a hand on my ass. My towel is still wrapped around me, but I can feel it. I choose not to say anything because I’m exhausted, and I just want to shower and go to bed.

Liam stays to secure the boat and ensure everything is put away before he comes up to the cabin. The rest of us walk through the grass and enter through the sliding glass door.

B and Iris go to their bedroom on the right. Evie goes down the hall to where her and Liam’s room is. Tony and I trail behind, and we both start to go upstairs to where the extra guest rooms are.

I’m about halfway up the stairs when I feel hands grab my waist and pull me down a step. I slip on the step and fall backwards into Tony, dropping my towel. He wraps his arms around me from behind and nuzzles his face into my neck.

I try to pull away from him, but he has me in a tight grip.

“Tony, get off me,” I whisper because I don’t want to wake up Evie’s parents or the other guys.

“What, you change your mind now?” He starts kissing across my shoulder and up my neck.

I try to pry his arms apart, but he’s too strong.

“What are you talking about?”

“Don't act like you haven't been after me all day,” he says between kisses.

He reaches one arm up while still maintaining a tight grip around my waist and grabs my jaw, turning my face around toward him. He starts kissing my cheek, past my ear, and down my neck. I try to turn my head away, but his grip holds me where he wants me. When he gets to the base of my neck, I feel my skin get hot and feel a tight pressure where his mouth is.

“Ow!” I think he’s biting me. “Tony, stop.” It comes out a little louder this time, but still not loud enough for anyone else to hear.

“You kissed me on the boat.”

“That was a dare.”

“And then you sat next to me on the ride home.” I can tell he’s starting to get angry at my resistance. He takes his hand off my jaw and moves it down to my chest, cupping my breast and squeezing it too hard.

“Tony, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Please let me go.”

“You can’t let a guy grab your ass and talk about all the dirty things you’ve done in front of him, then expect him to not get his hopes up.”

I try to pry off his arm around my waist, but again, it doesn’t budge. So this time, I dig my fingernails into his arm as deep and hard as Ican.

“Oh, you like it rough, do you? I’d prefer those claw marks on my back.”

His hand that's cupping my breast trails down my stomach. He puts his palm over my bikini bottoms and curls his fingers under me, between my legs.

My mind is racing, and I can’t think straight long enough to come up with a way to get out of this. Tears are running down my face, and my body is shaking.

“Please, Tony, let me go.” I’m gasping for breath as his grip tightens on my waist, cutting off my air.

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