Page 32 of Don't You Pucking Dare

"Show me what you've got planned for Daddy's little girl."

I lead him inside, trying to ignore how much I want to beat my dick at the sight of Lola in that lingerie. Just the thought of her sitting on Jack’s face to piss me off, turns me on to no extent. I run my hand through my hair because I should’ve just fucked her in there like she was begging me to. Little bitch thinks she can play this game as well as I can? She has another thing fucking coming.

The basement holds everything I need to break her. Thanks to Jackson.

The Reaper mansion hides more secrets than most people could imagine. Behind the fraternity facade lies a labyrinth of tunnels— remnants of the Underground Railroad that we've transformed into something much darker. While the upper floors host parties and maintain our cover, the real power lies beneath.

I punch in my security code, leading Noah down the stairs that disappear into shadow. Pledges like myself are restricted from the deeper chambers where the real Reapers conduct theirbusiness. But they've given each of us our own space to prove ourselves worthy.

My workshop takes shape in the fluorescent glow. Cold concrete walls, carefully positioned cameras that will capture everything while revealing nothing about our location. The centerpiece—a modified dentist's chair—waits like an altar.

"Impressive." Noah runs his hand along the reinforced chains. "You've thought of everything."

"Can't leave evidence." I check the camera angles again, imagining Lola strapped into that chair. The thought excites me. "The feed will stream to these monitors. Everything captured, nothing traced."

"Perfect setup for breaking Daddy's princess." Noah examines my collection of implements arranged with surgical precision. "This'll get you your Reaper mask for sure."

I nod, but my eyes keep drifting to the chair. To imagining her fear when she realizes the masked stranger from all these encounters have not been the romantic mystery she thought. She’s in for a surprise.

When I open my phone, I see that Lola sent me an email. I open it up, making Noah wait, as I read it.

Lola: You did not return my music composition book like you promised. Just left me an invitation to a fucking hockey game that I’m not coming to.

I start writing back.

Brody: Dearest slut, I also didn’t fuck you like you begged me to.

Lola: I will find where you live and fuck all of your roommates.

I clench my jaw.

"What?" Noah asks. "What the fuck’s that look."

I wipe my face. "I’ll be back. Don’t wait up."

He watches as I leave. Back to the fucking dorms I go.

This time, I sneak into her dorm room. Remaining in the shadows is so easy when rich fucks think their money can save them.

"You shouldn’t be here," Lola says as if she knew that would lure me back in here. I close the door behind me and see her standing in the dark room. "And look at you. You’re not wearing your mask."

"If you––"

"If you keep talking that loud, you’re going to wake up my screamy roommate."

I glance at Kiah who’s fast asleep on her bed.

"Are you here to finish what you started?" she asks.

I step closer to her, not feeling her fear from before. It’s like a switch has flipped. Where the fuck did scared little Lola go?

"Is that what you want?" I ask.

She snickers for a moment. "What I want… I don’t know if you can give me what I want."

I grab her fucking throat and start to lift her off the ground. "Are you fucking crazy?"

She stares at me. "Even if you are here to finish what you started, I will still find where you live and fuck all your roommates. And then I’ll fuck all your teammates."

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