Page 3 of Wicked Dreams

“Are you sure?” I frowned at him and looked at the door.

“Yeah. Saw her go in about twenty minutes ago.” He looked away from me, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.Whatever. I wanted to go home.

I pushed open the door and stepped into the dark room. I let out a yip as the door slammed closed behind me, leaving me in complete blackness.

“A-Anita?” I called out, my voice trembling. “It’s Liv. Come on. Stop playing around. Let’s go home.”

“Why are you such a stickler for the rules? Why can’t you learn to have a little fun?” Brent’s deep voice called out to me. I took a step back, unable to see past my nose in the darkened room. I felt around behind me and found the doorknob. I gave it a twist and a tug only to find it wouldn’t open.

“You should learn to loosen up,” Brent’s voice was low and husky as he spoke from the shadows, this time much closer than I was comfortable with.

I hammered on the door breathlessly even though my fists were screaming in agony.

“Someone! Open the door!” I shouted out desperately. No one would hear me. The music and chatter were far too loud for my pathetic pleas to be heard.

“Got somewhere you need to be?” Brent growled, his large hands finding my small, trembling body and turning me around so I was pressed against the door. “Study date?”

“Please. Just let me leave. I’m sorry I came—”

“Oh, baby, you didn’t come. Not yet anyway.” He pressed his body against mine, and I let out a whimper.

“Why are you afraid, Olivia?” His lips brushed against my cheek as he moved to whisper in my ear. “I won’t hurt you. I’ll make you feel good.”

“I already feel good,” I whispered back, my voice shaking just as much as my body.Why had I trusted Wes? I should have known!

“You onlythinkyou do, baby.” He chuckled softly, making shivers rush up my spine. “I know you’re afraid, but you don’t need to be. I’ll be gentle.” He softly caressed my cheek with his index finger.

What the hell had happened? One minute he was insulting me and the next he was trying to get me to. . .what? Make out with him?

I let out a yelp of surprise when I was lifted off my feet and tossed onto the bed. I scrambled across it, hoping to get out of his reach but that boy was fast. He was on me in an instant, pinning me down with his hulking body as his strong hands wrapped around my wrists, holding them down above my head.

“Listen, Olivia,” his voice was a dangerous hiss. “There are two ways out of this. You do this, or you don’t. And if you don’t, everyone is going to think you did. I’ll tell them you did. So, we might as well have some fun. See what I’m saying?”

“You’re a pig!” I spat at him, squirming beneath his body, but my wiggling only made him like it more. He pressed down harder, making me whimper in pain.

“Stop!” He grabbed my face painfully with his large hand, smushing my lips together. “Do you haveanyidea what it’s like to see someone looking as fine as you do and her not pay a bit of attention to you?”

I looked up at his dark form confused.

“I want you, Olivia.” He released my face. I could barely see his outline in the dark.

“I-I’m not sure where you got dating advice from, butthisisn’t how you ask a girl out,” I managed to breath out, frantically searching my mind for a way to get out from beneath him. A sick idea entered my mind, but one I knew would probably work.

“Nothing else seemed to work with you.” He chuckled softly, darkly. “Figured maybe you just needed a little coaxing.”

“I’d like to leave, Brent,” I said, hoping my voice sounded strong. But I knew it didn’t. The trembling was obvious in my own ears.

“When we’re done.” His lips brushed against my cheek. He shifted against me, his hardness pressing painfully into my pelvis. “I know you don’t put out with anyone. But I know you want me like I want you. Come on, Olivia. Let go. Give it to me, baby.” His hands moved up my body, making me stiffen beneath his touch. The only way out was for me to be on top. And the only way to get there was to act like I wanted to be there. There was no way I’d be able to escape any other way. Of course, this plan all depended on me getting the door open.

So, when his lips found mine, I gave in and let him kiss me. He tasted like stale alcohol. It made me want to gag. I fought down the urge to vomit as his tongue thrashed against mine, his low groans making me even more nauseous. His hands moved to remove my zip-up sweater, and I let him, knowing to win, I had to play the sick role of a willing victim.

It didn’t take his large hands long to find the hem of my shirt and try to maneuver his hands beneath. Finally, I stopped him, knowing I had to make my move.

“No,” I managed. “I-I want to be on top.”

“Mm, baby. I knew I liked you for a reason,” he growled his approval, and in perfect fashion, he moved and fluidly shifted me so that I was on top of him.

Freedom was within my grasp. It was so close I could taste it. And it tasted a hell of a lot better than Brent Caldwell’s stale alcohol breath.

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