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Nervous energy pumped through my veins, and I knelt to the ground with one hand still on his body. My fingertips brushed against his hipbone as I reached for my knife with my free hand. Rising again, I allowed my fingers to trail beneath his hoodie and shirt, the feel of his bare skin electric.

When he came to his senses, he growled, wrapping his fingers through my hair and jerked my head back. I cried out as pain laced through my scalp.

“You really have a death wish, don’t you, slut?” he demanded in a gravelly tone.

I quickly brought the knife between us, slicing it across his exposed neck this time. Blood trickled from the wound which was satisfying since the one on his face had dried. His eyes flashed with evil intent, and he grabbed my arm, but this time, I was prepared. I brought my heavy boot down on his foot, making him loosen his hold on me. Once free, I punched him the face, my knuckles burning from the impact. His head whipped sideways, and he stumbled back a step, putting distance between us.

I took this opportunity to run. My legs barely carried me past the third tree before I was being whipped backwards by my hair. A surprised scream slipped from my mouth as I landed on the ground with a thud. My skirt flew up round me, and I fought to smooth it out while simultaneously trying to get to my feet again. Branches dug into my ass and legs, making me wince.

Foster placed his foot against my chest and pushed me backwards, keeping me on the dirty floor of the earth.

I breathed heavily, confusion contorting my thoughts. “W-what are you doing?” I asked breathlessly, the fight leaving my body after the long day I had.

A look of confliction passed his facial features. He ripped the hood from his head, running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t fucking know. Just stop talking.” The words came out deranged and panicked.

“You don’t have to do whatever you’re thinking of doing,” I concluded.

The last time he attacked me, I ended up in the bottom of the fucking lake. He was mentally unstable. Hell, we all were to a degree. If he was this conflicted over what he was merelythinkingof doing to me, I was afraid of finding out exactly what that was.

“I said stop talking, slut,” he growled. The sound vibrated through me, but the degrading nickname pissed me off.

“Stop calling me that,” I snapped. I reached up, punching him in the shin as hard as I could, knowing it would hurt like a bitch.

He cursed, moving to straddle me on the ground. My body was immobilized beneath his weight, and I was left completely defenseless when he grabbed my wrists and bound them above my head with a single hand.

“You’re going to fucking regret that.”

His gaze flashed with determination, letting me know that he’d made his decision and that there was a high chance I wouldn’t like what that was.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Foster

The little demon was spread out before me like a temptress. Her long purple hair was spread out around her, and she stared up at me with wide, panicked eyes. She didn’t know what I would do, and for a moment, I didn’t know either.

Myles had texted the group chat earlier, letting us know he’d been stalking Aspen at the club so that he could kill everyone who touched her. Because of him, I knew what time she’d be back. The goal had originally been for me to attempt getting her alone, but then I saw her withhim, and all logic went out the fucking window. I’d initially wanted to torture her, to prove to everyone and myself that she didn’t mean shit to me. But having her pinned against the tree, hearing her soft and rapid breaths, and feeling my traitorous dick against her body, I knew it was all a goddamn lie.

I needed her. I fuckingcravedher. And I hated it.

Hunter would be laughing his ass off right now if he saw me, telling me all about how right he’d been.

My weight was on Aspen’s legs, locking them in place while one hand bound both of hers above her head. Uncertainty waswritten all over her stupidly flawless face. She had every right to fear me. I was unpredictable as shit.

Conflicted, I took my other hand and brushed my fingertips along her bare leg right beneath where the edge of her skirt was.

I was as hard as a fucking rock, and this was without the drugs pumping through my veins. In its place was uncertainty and adrenaline. Even if I wanted to fuck her, I didn’t even know how to begin. But fuck, I needed this.

“Spread your fucking legs,” I ordered, trying to sound more sure of myself than I really was. If she laughed at me, I’d probably lose it and never be able to live it down.

She looked at me incredulously. “You’re sitting on them.”

Embarrassment clawed its way through me. “I knew that.” Her expression softened as the reality of the situation set in.

Hesitantly, I scrambled off her, releasing her arms in the process. My anxiety was at an all time high. I’d never even thought of doing this before. I wouldn’t even watch porn. I got the gist of it. Penis goes into the vagina. But that was about it.

I’d witnessed sex before, thanks to my bitch of a dad and I’d seen Aspen fucking Monroe in his classroom. I also saw the guys take turns on her the night of the Halloween party. I wasn’t completely ignorant when it came to sex.

“What are you planning on doing?” she questioned.

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