Page 23 of Don't You Pucking Dare

You have twenty minutes.

Tick tock.

Bile rises in my throat. This man was inside of my room, and what the fuck does he know about my father? I know nothing, so I’m not even tempted by this information. He wants me to degrade myself so he can get off on it? It was different when he put my own fingers inside of me but doing it on my own while recording it is something else entirely. For his sick entertainment? No, thank you.

But he has my journal. Pages of my soul poured onto staff paper. Things I've never shown anyone. Lyrics I’ve written. Words I would never speak.

My fingers hover over the keys as I consider what to type back. A smartass retort will work.

Aw… Look at you, believing that you can blackmail me because you think I have daddy issues? Well, fuck off. Give me back my journal and I’ll consider us even.

Send.

I lean back, proud of myself. I’m not going to be bullied by whoever the fuck this guy thinks he is.

I get an email reply within seconds.

Wrong answer, Duchess.

Suddenly Kiah jumps off her bed, scaring the shit out of me. My hand clutches my chest.

"I have to go finish what I started. You’re okay, right?" Kiah asks in a hurry as I catch my breath.

"Yes, I’m okay. Be careful, please. You’re spending so much time over there."

"Your innocent ears wouldn’t want to know what we’ve been doing." She winks at me with a wicked smile and leaves the room.

I shake my head because I’m not innocent. I’m not even a virgin, but apparently, everyone thinks I’m a saint.

My fingers tap on the keyboard as I read the email again.

Wrong answer?

That makes me laugh.

"Something funny?" a deep dark voice that causes me to jump across the room sounds from the closet. I’m standing on Kiah’s bed as the closet doors open. My heart drops into my stomach.

Oh fuck. A deep shiver crawls quickly across my skin as I take in those eyes. I think he tied one of my black shirts around his face. I can only see his eyes, and it’s like my worst nightmare. I don’t know who the fuck this guy is, and he’s inside of my room.

"What the fuck!" I scream, glancing around at Kiah’s shelf above her bed, reaching for anything that I could strangle this mother fucker with.

He’s already grabbing the back of my legs when I try to reach for something on her shelf. Instead, I grip the shelf so he can’t pull me down. I reach for a picture frame on the shelf and hit him with it while trying to kick him the fuck off me.

The picture frame didn’t do shit to him, and it gives him the millisecond he needs to pull me onto my ass. I fall with my back on the bed, screaming.

"Help!" I scream as he pulls my legs around his waist and forces his weight onto me. He pins my hands above my head.

I think his dick is hard. This sick fuck!

He covers my mouth his other hand and growls into my face, "Shut the fuck up."

"Get the fuck off of me!" I scream helplessly muffled, and the smile across his face reaches his eyes. He’s fucking wicked. His hand on my mouth clamps down harder. "You sick fuck!"

He shakes his head, pushing me deeper into Kiah’s bed. His weight is unbearable. God, he’s huge. I’m completely pinned and helpless. It doesn’t calm me, instead, I start to panic because I can’t move, I have no idea what this asshole looks like, or what he wants with me.

"I wish I knew what you were saying," he says, his eyes glancing down at his hand covering my mouth.

I wiggle my body under him, trying to push him off me with my legs. He removes his hand from my mouth as I catch my breath, "You sick fuck, I said! Now get the fuck off me or I’m screaming!"

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