Page 36 of Don't You Pucking Dare

Kiah hugs me from behind. I gently touch her arm and lean into her.

I skip the game, half-hoping he'll appear in my room again, angry and demanding. But the hours tick by with nothing but silence. Here I am, waiting for my punishment like a sick little whore. So, to free my mind of the ache between my legs,I go on a late night stroll. I need to clear my head. I’m sexually frustrated with no release. I’m on my way to the library, deep in thought, when I hear my name.

"Duchess?"

I nearly jump out of my skin because that voice is not Brody’s.

Jack is leaning against a pillar, looking fine as hell, all easy charm and danger. Nothing like Brody's controlled menace.

"We missed you at the game, Duchess." His smile holds a challenge. "What’re you doing out here all alone?"

"Fuck off, Jack," I scoff.

He steps in front of me, tilting his head. "See, I would fuck off, but the thing is, Lola…" He looks at me up and down. "I know what that pussy looks like… what it smells like… and I just can’t seem to forget it."

I swallow the lump in my throat because this is dangerous territory. "What about Brody?"

"You don’t seem to give a fuck about him. Not with that stunt you pulled."

"Isn’t he your friend?"

"Friend?" he scoffs, chuckling like it’s a joke. "Is that why you did what you did? Because you thought I was his friend?"

I stare at him, not answering that.

He watches me with eyes that tell me to run. "Because for a second, it seemed like you wanted my dick, and forgot all about… my friend."

I should run. After what happened with Kiah, after everything I know about the Reapers, and after Brody staking his claim... but Brody's silence burns. He wants to play games with me, claim I’m his and then dismiss me when I clearly disobeyed.

"So, what do you say? Wanna get out of here?" Jack asks.

I smirk. "Tempting," I hear myself say.

He smiles. "I knew there was something I liked about you." He wraps an arm around my shoulder and walks me down the hall. "This stays between us, Duchess."

"Don’t call me that."

He smirks. "Why not? You let Brody call you that."

"What’s going on with me and him doesn’t concern you."

He leans in. "But it does, and you may not know what I’m talking about right now, but it’s all connected. You’re a smart girl for keeping your options open. Fucking me tonight might just help you in the future."

I halt, planting my feet on the concrete sidewalk. "I didn’t say I was going to fuck you tonight."

"You’re going to play at that, Duchess? Come on then, I just want a little taste."

"Don’t fucking call me that, and fuck off, Jack."

His smile scares the shit out of me as he tugs me along to the parking lot forcefully.

"I’m not going anywhere with you," I state.

"Just get in, and I’ll show you the time of your life. Something Brody could never do."

"No."

He pulls out a gun. "Get in the fucking car. I don’t take no for an answer."

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