Page 130 of Dare To Break

“How was your evening?” He arches a brow.

“Boring.”

“Is that so? Well, mine was …” His lips stretch into a smile. “Amazing.”

“Got someone to suck your dick, did you?”

“And then some!”

“Congratulations.” I throw back the bed covers and stand.

“Looks like you need someone to suck yours.” He eyes my morning wood and I scowl at him.

“Not interested.”

“I wasn’t offering.”

My cell vibrates and I snatch it up, frowning when there aren’t any messages. I hear another vibration and slowly my eyes move down to the cell on the floor. The screen is bright, a small envelope notification flashing in its corner.

Chapter 83

Arabella

My eyes feel gritty, and no amount of rubbing them is making me feel any less tired. I spent most of the night tossing and turning, Eli’s words echoing in my head. Mostly what he said about Zoey.

Who dared her? Was it the same person I’ve been in contact with? It would explain why she ended up in the cemetery.

If I’m honest with myself, I’ve been drowning in a heavy weight of rejection since the night my darer left me in the tomb alone.

I roll over onto my side. Lacy is still asleep, huddled under her blankets. When she stumbled into the room last night drunk, I helped her off with her heels and tucked her into bed. It gave me flashbacks to all the times I did the same thing for my mother. At least Lacy hadn’t puked and left me to clean it up.

My thoughts stray back to the cemetery.

To the kiss.

To Eli.

Tension tightens my body. I’m desperate to wipe the memory out. To remove what happened with him from my head. Need and want stream out of me, coiled around something that is both terrifying and exhilarating. I’m not sure I can ignore it any longer. I’ve tried but it’s been simmering beneath the surface, whispering at the back of my mind.

I grope beneath my pillow, find my second phone, and switch it on. The screen lights up, and a flood of messages arrive.

Unknown number: Did you see the photographs? Tell me how they made you feel. Did they make you wet?

Unknown number: I’m still waiting for your answer, Kitten.

Unknown number: I’ve already promised not to leave you alone again.

Unknown number: Do you know how hard I got from watching that video of you touching yourself?

Unknown number: This silence is only going to get you punished more.

Unknown number: I can’t stop thinking about how good you tasted. I want to taste you again, but this time I won’t stop.

An ache forms in the pit of my stomach.

Unknown number: Where’s the girl I met in the dark? The one who isn’t afraid to take risks?

Unknown number: Do you think about what we did in the dark? Do you make yourself come thinking about it?

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