Page 139 of Dare To Break

As promised, there’s a black hoodie, matching sweatpants, and a pair of sneakers in the bag. They’re my size and still have the store tags on them. The material is soft and expensive. Once I’m dressed, I look around. The angel dress is on the floor beside the coffin. I stuff it into the empty bag, then I switch off the flashlight, and add it on top. I leave the bag where I found it.

I open the door and step outside. Silence greets me. I search for shadowy forms, knowing they must be close but see nothing. Huddled inside my new hoodie, I clutch the phone in my pocket and set off through the gravestones. I keep to a steady pace, listening for noises.

How do they manage to be so quiet? Are they ninjas?

The thought makes me giggle, and I sigh, enjoying the floaty feeling I’ve been left with. I watch for movement around the buildings as I cross the grass but see nothing. When I finally reach the door of the dorm, I turn to stare back at the darkness. For one brief second, I swear I see a slither of something before it vanishes.

He kept his promise.

I chew on my bottom lip, and smile. Sneaking to my floor, I’m surprised to find Lacy not in her bed when I enter our room. She must have spent the night with Brad.

A few taps on the screen of the phone, and I send a message.

Me: I’m back in my room.

A response comes instantaneously.

Unknown number: How do you feel?

A sweet aching throbs between my legs.

Smiling, I have to fight the urge to tell him it had been my first time. I’m supposed to be dating Miles.

Maybe he’ll know? I’m not experienced. There must be signs, right?

Me: Tired, floaty. Thank you for the orgasms.

I sink down onto the edge of my bed and wait for an answer.

Unknown number: I have one final instruction for you. This isn’t a dare. Take a bath. Not too hot. You took a lot tonight, and you’re going to be sensitive. Bath, soak, bed. Don’t forget a photograph.

Me: Okay.

I hug the phone to my chest, drop down onto my mattress and stare up at the ceiling for a moment. Tonight did not go as I expected.

It was so much better.

Chapter 90

Eli

Kellan disappears from our room almost as soon as we get there, saying he has a dick that needs sucking and a willing mouth to put it in. Before he leaves, he tosses me the cell we recorded the night’s events on, then slips out of the door.

Arabella’s moans and soft cries fill the room as I run through the recording. The angle Kellan positioned the cell phone in the tomb had been perfect, and the only shots of my head are from the back. The one time I do turn to face the camera, her leg is bent and it hides everything but the hair at the back of my head. Not enough to identify me, especially as the tomb was in shadows, cast by strategically placed flashlights.

Watching the way she got off on my tongue wakes my dick up and the rest of the recording is torture in the most delicious kind of way. I fist my dick and stroke myself to orgasm along with her.

A notification comes in as I’m cleaning myself up and I grab the cell and tap through to find a photograph of her from the neck down, covered in water and bubbles. Her breasts are visible, as are the teeth marks Kellan left, but her pussy isn’t.

Me: Where’s the rest? Put your legs either side of the tub, spread yourself open and show me your pussy.

A photograph comes through seconds later and I study the glistening pink flesh on display. I lick my lips, remembering how she tasted on my tongue, how she responded, and I grow hard again.

What is this fucking girl doing to me?

Every thought of her has me wanting to jerk off. Every time I see her, I want to pin her to the nearest surface and fuck her until she screams. What happened to the anger, the disgust at her barging into my family?

Me: Do you have any toys?

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