Page 56 of Foolish Games

“Let me hear you say it,” he says, a familiar, cruel smile curling the corners of his mouth. He’s been so nice since we started pretending to date that I almost forgot what he’s really like, the way he’s always treated me before. That’s he’s a complete asshole. If I was really dating him, maybe he’d be nice to me to get what he wants, but that’s an act too.

Under it all, he’s arrogant and cruel, and he always will be.

“Let me hear Princess Prude here tell me what’s down there,” he coaxes, his fingers giving my neck a little squeeze.

“You know what,” I say, glaring up at him.

His fingers pulse tighter still. “Say it.”

“No.”

He walks me backwards until the backs of my knees hit the bumper of the Corvette, and I fold. Before I can get my balance, he slams me down on the hood of the car. I’m so stunned I don’t even speak.

“Then I guess we’ll have to see for ourselves,” he snarls. “Come on, boys. Let’s have a look.”

“No,” I cry, but four of them have already grabbed my legs and arms while Sebastian holds me pinned with his body. Billy’s leering face appears over mine as he climbs onto the hood, taking both my wrists and pulling my arms above my head.

“Stop,” I gasp. “You’re going to dent my car!”

“Oh no,” Sebastian taunts. “We might scratch the Princess’s chariot.”

I thrash against the two holding my legs, but they pull my knees apart. Sebastian smirks and slowly rolls his hips, grinding against my center. Then he slides back, off the hood of the car.

“I’ll scream,” I warn, twisting back and forth. Theo and Tony tighten their grip on my knees, pulling my thighs wide. Humiliation burns through me.

“No one will hear you,” Sebastian says, lazily undoing the button on my jeans.

“There are people right there,” I hiss, cutting my eyes to the tiny bonfire in the clearing a hundred yards away from the road.

“What do they care?” he asks, pulling my jeans down. “You liked it in the car last time. You were panting for more, wanting me to finger fuck you in front of my friends. Maybe tonight you’ll get your wish.”

“Stop it,” I growl.

“You’re my girlfriend, aren’t you?” he taunts. “Some people don’t believe it’s real. Don’t you want them to know it is?”

“Yes,” I say, swallowing hard.

“Good,” he says. “If you’re quiet, those kids might not even come and watch. Just my friends. You know, the people who need a little convincing of why I’m with a nerdy little prude who won’t even spread her legs for me.”

He runs the back of his cold fingers over the exposed skin just above my panties. “Stop,” I manage, my voice catching.

“See, you think you’re the prize, but you’re not,” he says. “That’s the problem with all you rich bitches. You should be the one waiting for me, begging for me. You’re the one who should be asking if she’s good enough to warm my bed.” He casually hooks his finger through the fabric between my thighs. His knuckle grazes my skin, and I can’t breathe, can’t swallow.

“Please,” I whisper, tears filling my eyes.

“All you had to say was yes,” he reminds me, and his finger curls, tensing, a moment before he yanks. I hear the fabric tear, and then cold air against my hot skin. He grins, pulling the torn panties down my thigh. “What do you think, boys? Think this nerd’s precious pussy is worthy of a football god?”

The others snicker, leaning in to look. Tears blur my vision, and rage burns through every inch of my body, replacing my blood with pure, liquid hate. I can’t believe I let my guard down, believed he’d protect me or that I was safe hanging out with his friends. I should never have let him separate me from my brother. I’m shaking with terror as my eyes move around the small circle of men holding me down, to the one standing over me.

“Looks good to me,” Tony says, reaching for me.

“No!” I cry.

Sebastian slaps his hand away before he can make contact. “Don’t touch,” he growls, never taking his eyes from between my legs. “She’s mine.”

“I like the landing strip,” Billy says from above me.

“Me, too,” Sebastian murmurs, his voice heated. “So pretty.” He reaches out, slowly stroking his finger over the neatly shaved pubic hair like he’s petting a kitten. A burst of sensation rushes over my skin, and I’m afraid I’ll get wet, and then I’ll die of humiliation.

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