Page 79 of If You Dare

“I guess that’s a good excuse for ghosting me,” I say into the phone.

“It’s agreatexcuse for ghosting you. Besides, it’s not ghosting if I’m still following through on our plans. I’m just meeting you at his apartment. Nothing’s standing between me and those books—not even Luke and his amazingly soft lips.”

I grin. “How was it?”

“So. Sexy. He swept me up in his arms and tipped my head back like he was the hot vampire and I was the one mortal human in the entire world he couldn’t resist.”

“Wow.” I’m smiling so wide, it hurts. I’m so happy for her. She and Luke are the perfect couple.

“I know! I was like, ‘Excuse me, sir, how long have you been seventeen?’”

“Did he get the reference?”

She laughs. “Of course not. I can’t wait to corrupt him. Anyway, I’m gonna go change and I’ll meet you there.” She hangs up without another word.

I knock on the door to Wes’s apartment. I’m pretty sure there’s music coming from the other side, but after two minutes when no one opens the door, I knock again, louder this time.

A shout comes from the other side that I’m pretty sure is “Come in,” so I try the handle and step into his apartment.

To the left, a bathroom door is open and music plays while a shower pours.

I freeze, visions of Wes naked and wet and covered in suds flooding my mind until he shouts, “Chloe?”

“Um, no!” I croak and clear my throat. Even after kissing him on the Ferris wheel, he still makes me nervous. “It’s me! Violet!”

“I’ll be out in a sec!”

I take a seat on the couch to wait. After a few minutes scrolling on my phone, a door on the other side of the room opens.

Trey stops in the doorway when he spots me, and my stomach gives a nervous flip.

I’ve had a bad feeling about Trey since that first day I met him in the dining hall. Every time I make eye contact with him, he leers at me. I’m not sure if he makes every girl’s skin crawl or if I’m his sole, unfortunate target.

He swaggers toward me from his bedroom, a rotten smile twisting his lips as he plops onto the couch beside me. Too close. His knee bumps against mine and I reflexively scoot away.

His grin only stretches. A predator who loves the chase.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he coos, draping an arm across the couch behind my shoulders. I long for a magic wand to turn myself invisible. “Come all this way to see me?”

“Wes, actually.” I gulp. “We’re all going to the bookstore.”

A spark of amusement in those green eyes. “The three of us?”

“Me, Wes, and Chloe.”

His eyelids flutter shut for a second before springing open again, a new blazing fire of interest burning there. He skims my cheek, and I’m frozen in place. A terrified rabbit bracing herself for the predator’s next move.

“You know what I’d do for a threesome with the two of you?” he purrs. My stomach churns. I don’t want to know. “Your sweet pussy grinding on my mouth while she rides my cock with her tight little cunt. You two squeezing each other’s tits and making out on top of me.”

Trey lets out a low groan that turns my stomach. God, he fantasizes about Chloe and me like that when we’re both nothing but repulsed by him.

I glance over my shoulder, hoping Wes will finish in the shower soon and come to my rescue. Trey grips my chin, squeezing and jerking me back to face him.

“Pounding you both with my hard cock.” His hand drifts into my hair now, twisting locks of it in his palm and tugging so hard my eyes sting. “All three holes.”

I try to scoot away from him, but his hand twisted in my hair holds me in place. His lips brush against my neck, and I cringe as his tongue slides out, gliding up from the base of my neck to my jaw.

“Stop.” But the word gets stuck in my throat, so quiet I’m not sure he can hear it over the pounding of my heart.

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