Page 29 of Their Dangerous Game
I wince as he presses himself against me. Of course, he’s hard again. I’m wondering if he’s ever not hard. I try not to think of what that will mean for me, because that part of me I’m ignoring practically swoons.
“Don’t be a sore loser, Harper.” He lifts my chin with his fingertip. His gloating smile is almost too much. “We have so much to teach you and all the time in the world to practice.”
I press my lips together, knowing anything I say right now will only get me more punishment. I want to yell and scream and tell him where he can shove his dick.
His gaze falls to my mouth, and he brushes his thumb gently over my lower lip. His soft touch stills all my internal fight. That should not feel as good as it does.
“Maybe I’ll even give you a choice again.” His gaze lifts to mine. “Tonight, you can choose your first lesson.”
I want to saygee thanksas sarcastically as possible, but all I can think about is Luke’s hand on my bare ass and exactly how he’s going to figure out how wet I am. And what it would feel like to have his hand between my thighs.
Fuck me. My body doesn’t know what’s good for it apparently. I can’t trust it to not fall into line with whatever they want from me.
“Maybe we’ll start with your mouth.” He pulls down my lower lip and dips the tip of his thumb in between my lips, tracing my bottom teeth. “After all, you haven’t even kissed a guy before.”
That reminder pisses me off again. I glare up at him. That falls on their shoulders too. If I’d dressed to find a boyfriend,theywould have noticed me. Maybe I could have snagged a boyfriend before they developed an interest. Or sure, I could have been like some others and gone to camp where no one knows the horsemen. Of course, that would have meant being able to afford camp. But part of me doesn’t want to give up that piece of me to just any guy.
Forgive me for being picky. Now I have the cream of the crop wanting me, but it’s not by choice. And it’s not like they wantme. They don’t even know who I am. They just want my virginity.
They want a body with no personality. Maybe they should find a blow-up doll.
“After school, wait in the library. I’ll come get you myself.” He lowers his head until his warm breath caresses my ear. “I can’t wait to play with you tonight, unicorn.”
CHAPTER 9
The Loophole
Harper
I text my mom to say I have something after school today and then sit obediently in the library while the guys have football practice. My mind churns, trying to find a way out of this situation. I pull out my sketchbook and press the edge of my pencil against it. I like art, but I’m not really an artist. It helps me clear my mind. I’m not even planning on doing fine arts in college. But the way a drawing comes together, piece by piece—from nothing to a likeness of life—that shit makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something.
I sketch an oval and mark a cross where the eyes and nose should line up.
Today I need to focus. I can’t do anything about tonight. Luke is driving me to Caden’s. I’ll be all alone. With the four of them. The problem is those fucking semantics I was too ready to ignore earlier because I was so sure that someone, anyone, would want to claim me when no one has tried in the past three years. Yeah, that really wasn’t smart of me.
But these guys push my buttons and make me reckless, which fucking frightens me. Because I don’t know how reckless they’ll make me.
While the guys skirted consent, Luke flat out refused to include it in our agreement. And because of my awesome addition of monogamy, which seemed brilliant at the time, I’m going to have four horny horsemen circling me.
If they were getting some, they might go slower with me. Ease me into sex. Okay, even to me, that sounds laughable. When those guys want something, they go after it with unwavering determination. That shouldn’t make warmth flood my chest.
If I were a little more sexually aware, I could use that as an advantage. But if anything, our new arrangement will make them press harder and faster and more often at my boundaries. I have no doubts these guys have sex a lot.
And I just agreed to be their one and only source. I might as well just say goodbye to my virginity.
Fuck my life.
The librarian stands and walks out the doors, probably to use the bathroom. I know Jack charmed her into watching over me. Not even teachers can control them.
Who’s more powerful than a horseman? Obviously not any other student. The other guys wouldn’t even stand up to them for free sex with a virgin. Fuckers.
Adults? Teachers, maybe some of them. Definitely not the librarian. She wouldn’t be an ally, but some teachers like Mr. Wick seem to care.
Parents, possibly. I don’t know about their parents. It seems like the horsemen do whatever they want to do. My mom would drag them around by the ear. She wouldn’t put up with their shit. I’d love to watch her put them in time-out.
That image makes me smile.
Wait.
