Page 4 of Into Ruin

“Don’t worry, little voyeur. The door is locked. No one will walk in on us. Our little secret.” He tilts his head again, appraising me. “Unless you’re an exhibitionist, too.”

“I’m not either.” I grit my teeth and glance around the room. “And it’s in poor taste to borrow a room during a party just to have sex with some girl on a desk.”

He laughs. “Yeah. Like it’s inpoor tasteto throw yourself at a hockey player.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Of course not.”

I stare at him.

“I can give you another option,” he eventually replies.

“Great.” I raise my hand in acome onmotion. “Let’s hear that.”

“You give me your bra and panties.”

I wrinkle my nose. “What the fuck for?”

He lifts a shoulder. “Tax. Toll. Fucking penance. Take your pick.”

My face flames as I consider it. I go to the window and look out at the backyard. There are more people out back than there were in the front. A fire in a pit crackles, sending embers floating into the sky. Groups of people are gathered out there. The pulse of music, while fainter here, can still be felt.

There’s nothing on this side of the house to help me down. Going out the window is… not happening.

Blow job or giving up my underwear?

I shake my head carefully and unbutton my jeans.

The guy behind me lets out a low whistle.

My sweatshirt hides most of my ass when I wriggle the jeans down, then my panties. They’re black with red hearts all over them. Cotton. Full coverage.Not sexy in the slightest. I have to take my shoes and jeans all the way off to untangle myself. The cool autumn wind brushes my bare legs.

I straighten, clutching the thin fabric. It’s warm from being pressed to my body.

And he’s right there.

In front of me.

He pushes me back against the window, and my ass hits the sill.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Changed my mind,” he says roughly. “You gonna scream, Harper? Will you fight me?”

I—

I don’t know.

I stare at him, and instantly, I’m turned on. Like a switch flipping, I go from scared tointrigued. I bite the inside of my cheek, fighting the rush of adrenaline.

He reaches around me and closes the window. I lean on the glass when his fingers go to the insides of my knees.

I don’t know his name, and he’s tracing a path up my inner thigh. To a spot no one’s touched in a really fucking long time.

My eyes flutter shut when he gets to my pussy. He pushes a finger inside me, and I let out a low whimper. It just comes out, escaping past my teeth.

This is really fucking wrong.

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