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Tension infiltrates my body, and I stop dancing, remembering what it felt like to be touched when I didn’t want to be. I imagine them being Winton’s grimy fingers, prodding around on my body when I begged him to stop. In an instant, I swing my foot forward, kicking someone wearing a football jersey right in the face.

Not letting him ruin my night, I keep on dancing. Tomorrow I can be Elodie Astor. Tonight I just want to be free.

CHAPTER 14

ROME

After I left Elodie in the bathroom, Abby was waiting for me outside the bedroom door. Imagine my surprise when I saw her standing there looking all pissy like I was doing something wrong by being behind a closed door. She asked who else was in there, and I told her it’s none of her damn business. Then, she begged me to leave with her and go back to her place. I politely declined in the best way I know how and left her upstairs to dry her pitiful tears.

I’ve been outside for the last half hour. I keep expecting to see Elodie, but when she doesn’t appear, I decide to go back in the house.

Now that Elodie knows the hell she raised that night, it’s time to find out how far she’ll go for forgiveness.

She didn’t wanna suck me off, that was obvious. I’m actually surprised she didn’t put up a fight after everything I’ve done to her. Or at the very least, made me finish what I started after the game.

I made her feel so fucking good earlier. She was creaming all over my fingers as I carried her to the brink of her orgasm and left her there. She’s probably been thinking about it all day. I could tell when I fingered her that I’m the first to ever enter her. She was tight as fuck. I’d love more than anything to slip my dick inside her and claim that cunt as mine.

In due time, I will. The feeling I got knowing she’s never been touched is indescribable.

A sense of possessiveness took over my mind in the storage closet. Just the thought of someone else taking my place between her legs has my blood boiling. Knowing I’m the first guy she’s ever sucked off only made it that much better.

She was incredible too. When she began to take control, it was like my body craved every bit of her. For a solid minute I just watched, utterly transfixed on what she was doing as she learned how to swallow my cock.

I want to destroy Elodie for what she did to me, but I have a feeling she’s going to be my demise in the process.

With a cold drink in my hand, I use the French doors off the deck that are supposed to be off-limits. Brady says that foot traffic from too many doors is messy, but I’ve never been one to follow rules. Besides, this place is fucking trashed as it is. I can almost guarantee once the party clears, it will take no more than two hours for him to have the house spotless with his hired help.

As soon as I step through the door into the kitchen, I see her dancing like a fucking idiot on the kitchen counter. Something's not right. This is not Elodie. She would never.

She’s wearing a dress, so naturally guys are gaping at her from below. Squeezing the cup in my hand, beer foams out of it and I crush it in my fist, feeling slivers of the plastic dig into my skin.

“Elodie!” I shout over the loud music and chatter coming from every direction. “Elodie!” It’s no use, she either can’t hear me, or she’s too fucked up to even care. It’s been, like, twenty minutes. How could she get this trashed in twenty minutes?

Fuck. This is Elodie. I would put money on the fact that she’s never really had alcohol before and she got her hands on some jungle juice shit.

I’m pushing my way through the crowdwhen I see Gage, Misfits’ backup QB, with his hand on her legs. His fingers creep upward and I move faster, ready to knock his fucking teeth out.

Before I make it to Elodie, she takes notice of Gage touching her. Her body freezes, her slitted eyes down on him. For a second I think she’s just going to yell at him or tell him to back off. But in one powerful movement, she lifts her leg and kicks him square in the face, sending him reeling backward. Everyone around her gasps and cheers, but she pays no attention to the crowd. She’s in her own little world right now.

Not missing a beat, she keeps on dancing, and I see the fire in her eyes. It’s burning as bright as it did the night she pushed me in the pool. Elodie’s got guts, I’ll give her that.

I’m not sure if I should be proud of her right now, or pissed that she put herself in this position. I finally reach her when I catch Abby out of the corner of my eye. She’s tucked away in the corner with her phone raised. Bypassing Elodie, I let her do her thing for a moment longer.

Creeping up to Abby’s side and without a word, I snatch her phone from her hand. “What the hell are you doing?”

I look at the video still recording while Abby laughs her ass off like this is the highlight of her night. “This is epic, Rome. I mean, look at her making a fool of herself. I couldn’t resist.”

Ignoring everything she says, I stop the recording and quickly text it to myself, then I delete the text log between Abby and me and the video from her phone, leaving no proof that it existed.

I shove her phone into her chest. “The only one who looks like a fool is you.”

Her eyes go wide and she stomps her high heel to the marble floor like a child. “Rome!” she hollers. “Are you seriously taking her side?” When I ignore her, she shouts louder. “Rome!”

I make my way back to the center island and nudge some gawking asshole out of the way. He huffs in response but doesn’t say a word because he knows better.

Then, Luke slithers his way past me, a wide grin on his face, and his eyes dead set on Elodie. “Why don’t you come down and dance like that on my lap, baby?”

No the fuck he didn’t.

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