Page 48 of Dare To Break

“I wish I could see how hard they are,” Kellan mutters and I laugh.

“You will.”

“You really think she enjoyed it?”

I nod. “Look at the fucking grin on her face. She knew someone was out there watching. She was trying to tease. That’s why I snapped a twig and she almost wet herself.” An idea comes to me, and my smile widens.

I reach for the pile of parchment I have hidden beneath my bed and pick up the pen.

Not such a good girl tonight, Arabella. If you’re going to tease, you need more practice. Answer a question. Standing there in the dark, knowing my eyes were on you, how wet were you? If you were wet and excited by what you did for me, I want you to order a cherry yogurt for breakfast. If you touched yourself when you got back to your dorm, add a slice of toast. If you want to play some more, finish your breakfast with a glass of orange juice. But if you were a sweet, good girl, and your panties were dry and your pussy stayed untouched, go hungry until lunch.

“Fuck.” Kellan’s voice was low and rough. “I’m suddenly starving. What time is breakfast?”

I snort a laugh, fold the paper and hold it out to him between two fingers. “You know what to do.”

He’s out of the room less than five seconds later. I flop onto my back on the bed and pull Arabella’s bra out of my pocket. I finger the material. Just as no-nonsense as her panties. Cotton, plain, and white.

I let my eyes close and I’m drifting off to sleep when Kellan slips back into the room.

“Done.”

I grunt in response, and let sleep claim me.

***

Kellan wakes me early, already anticipating the day to come, and we’re the first ones in the cafeteria. I leave him to pick up breakfast and make my way over to our table. It gives the perfect view of the entire room, and that means we can watch for Arabella’s arrival without it looking like we are.

When Kellan brings the tray over, other students start to arrive. Jace and his friends are the first, loud and boisterous, but Arabella isn’t with them.

“What do you think she’ll do?” Kellan asks.

I pause with a piece of pancake halfway to my lips. “She’ll have breakfast.”

“But will she have the correct breakfast?”

I eat the pancake before replying. “She wants to be a good girl … but not a good girl, so …” I stop when the girl in question enters the room, her arm linked with Miles.

“What if she doesn’t check her locker first?”

“Hmm?” I drag my gaze away from where she’s laughing at something the jock is saying. There’s a flush to her cheeks, and her laugh is almost shrill. She’s nervous, on edge. I smile. “She’s been to her locker already.”

“How do you know?”

“I know. Trust me.”

He falls silent, eats a couple of mouthfuls of cereal, then speaks again. “I heard she’s dating Miles.”

“Looks that way.”

“Do you think it’ll stop her from wanting to play?”

“No. Miles has money. That’s what has attracted her to him. She wants what he can pay for. Same way her mother works. But the dares speak to her dirty little soul. The one she bared in the pages of her diary. She’s had a taste now. She won’t be able to stop.”

And the more she plays, the darker it’s going to get. Because I’m going to discover everything she hides and then share it with the world.

I return my gaze to Kellan. “But first, she needs to learn a lesson. She needs to understand that we’re in control, not her. It’s not her place to tease or choose how to fulfill her tasks. She follows the dare, or she stops playing.”

“What are you going to do?”

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