Page 54 of Dare To Take

“Oh, that’s right. You were on your hands and knees, with Kellan’s dick in your pussy and mine in your mouth.”

“I said shut up.”

“Why? Don’t like the reminder that it could have been you in that video? I’m pretty sure we recorded it, didn’t we? Let me text Kellan. I’m sure he’ll still have a copy.” I reach for my cell.

Tina grabs my wrist. “There’s no need for that!”

My laugh is hard and brittle. “Oh yeah, I forgot. Can’t let your precious cheer squad or the guys you hang with know that you let the monster and his friend fuck you.” I pat her cheek. “Don’t worry. You’re not the only girl on the squad that’s sampled my dick.”

I turn toward the exit.

“What about Arabella?”

Her question has me looking back. “What about her?”

“Has she sampled your dick?”

“What if she has?” I walk away.

***

Arabella avoids talking to me for the rest of the evening, and it’s clear Elena and my dad have noticed because they both keep casting questioning looks at me. I ignore them, and the rest of the world, by pushing my earbuds in and listening to music, but I’m conscious of Arabella sitting opposite me. Every time she reaches for a drink, shifts on her seat, and glances at me. My body is attuned to her every move, and my nerves are frayed by the time we leave. Not because I think she’s about to tell everyone I fucked her in the maze, but because I don’t think the clash we had is over yet. There’s more coming. There’s a promise, a threat, in her eyes warning me that she’s not done chewing me out.

We sit at opposite ends of the back seat in the car, and I stare out of the window. My dad and Elena talk quietly in the front. Elena is driving. She hasn’t touched a drop of alcohol tonight. I frown. In fact, I don’t think I’ve seen her drink at all since Dad’s heart attack.

“Are you two okay?” she asks, raising her voice to be heard above the roar of the car’s engine.

“Fine,” I snap.

“Tired.” Arabella’s voice is just as clipped as mine.

“Well, you both should go straight to bed then. I’d like you to be happy tomorrow. It’s Christmas.”

“When did you start caring about that?” Arabella mutters.

I don’t think Elena hears her, the words were too low, but I do. I glance over at her. She’s stiff on the seat, shoulders back, head turned toward the window, hands tucked between her thighs. All she needs is a blindfold, and her position would match how she waited for me … for Sin … on the bench.

I rest my head against the back of the seat, the words she tossed at me earlier echoing around my head.

“I’m never going to forgive you for what you’ve done. Thank you for the reminder of who you really are.”

Who I really am. What a fucking joke. She has no idea who I really am. All she sees is what everyone else sees. For a time, I thought that maybe she saw beneath that. Saw me.

I don’t realize I laugh aloud until her head turns toward me. The look she rakes over me is like fire against my skin, burning me. When our eyes meet, her lips move into a tight sneer, and then she looks away, dismissing me from her attention.

I pull out my cell.

Me: You can’t ignore me forever. You’re going to come looking for my dick before the week is over. Your pussy knows what it wants.

She wants the monster? Fine. That’s what she can have.

Chapter 36

Arabella

“Arabella, it’s time to get up,” Elena taps on my bedroom door. “I’m surprised you aren’t already downstairs poking around the presents.”

I wipe the tears from my cheeks and uncover my head from under the warmth of my blanket. “I’m coming.”

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