Page 71 of Brutal Prince

I want to close my eyes, but they stay wide open. I have no choice but to stare at Addy as she stares back at me.

No, not me.

She’s looking past me.

Briar! Briar! Briar!

Why am I stuck? Why can’t I move? I don’t want to stand here in the middle, not with Briar this close. What if he pulls up my skirt or shoves me to the floor?

My insides grow tighter and tighter.

Briar! Briar! Briar!

Hands slide around my stomach, draw me back. A hand closes around my throat, firm but not too tight.

My core clenches as tingles start spreading through me.

Addy starts to dance. Her pom-poms dazzle, despite how reluctantly she thrusts them into the air. Her lips move, but her chanting comes from everywhere at once, like she’s wired to a mic.

Who’s number one? He only wants some fun.

Lips touch the side of my neck. My body aches in response, and I melt against the hard body behind me.

Who’s perfect too? He’s right behind you.

Addy twirls around and does a perfect backflip. When she straightens, there’s a pained smile stretching her glossy lips.

The hand around my throat squeezes, while the other trails down my belly, heading for my navel. I shudder, my core clenching tight in pained anticipation as those fingers creep closer and closer.

Who’s wild and free? Not you. Not me.

Addy spins around, shoves her pom-poms in my face, and then flips away from me again. Her brown eyes are slitted now, her teeth bared in rage.

Air rattles in my throat as the hand squeezes even tighter. But before I can protest, fingers scrape over my pussy.

I’m stark fucking naked but I remember the sound my shoes made just moments ago. What happened to them?

Shame battles lust which battles utter, desperate confusion. Addy’s grin turns ferocious, and she bites at her bottom lip as if trying to be coquettish without really wanting to be.

Blood pools and trickles down her chin.

Give me a B!

Her pom-poms flash up, and she jiggles them until the glittery strands infuse the air with scattered reflections.

Fingers delve inside me. There’s a hard cock pressing against my ass, sliding up and down. Inching closer to my pussy.

Give me an R!

I groan as I try to move. I have no idea if it’s to get away, or to get closer. The tip of his cock presses against my entrance.

This is the furthest I’ve ever gone with anyone. The guy who was going to take my virginity at that party last week was too drunk to get more than a semi. But this doesn’t feel anything like that. This feels raw, and wrong, and horrible and I don’t know why because I know I want to fuck Briar. I know it like I know my own name. Like I know my mother’s death was my fault.

Give me an I!

The entire crowd screams out the vowel. My knees go soft, but the hand around my throat tightens and drags me up again.

Give me an A!

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