Page 84 of Worth the Chase

I did as he’d demanded. I had no choice. The pain was unbearable, but the fear was overwhelming. Tears sprang from my eyes and started spilling down my cheeks.

“Please let me go,” I managed to get out between shaky breaths.

He tugged his shorts down, and his hard penis was inches from my face. I ground my teeth together and clenched my jaw as hard as I could.

“Be a good little bitch and suck my dick.”

I refused to open my mouth, even as he pressed the tip against my lips and tried to force himself inside. His grip on my hair tightened, and I could barely even move. He pulled it hard, and I went to yell, which was exactly what he wanted—my mouth to open.

“What the fuck are you doing?” someone shouted.

A sliver of relief shot through me as soon as he let go of my hair and I could move my head freely again.

I pushed up from my knees and stood, but Goatee Guy grabbed me by the arm in a vise grip and held me in place.

“Nothing, asshole,” Goatee Guy shouted back.

It was the redheaded guy. The logical one from earlier.

“Let her go.” His voice sounded menacing.

“No way. We were just about to have a little fun, weren’t we, sweetheart?”

Redhead was in his face in an instant, prying his hands off of my body. “Get the fuck inside.” He shoved him hard. “Get him,” he screamed toward the rest of their group.

The guys pulled Goatee Guy away, basically kicking and screaming. He wanted to finish what he’d started.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” Redhead was asking me questions, but I was still too shocked.

I tried to steady my breathing, but nothing worked.

“Leave me alone,” I said.

I didn’t trust this guy. I didn’t even know him.

“Uh… yeah. Of course. I’m really sorry. He’s super drunk,” he explained as he hustled away, as if being super drunk gave Goatee Guy some kind of pass in a situation like this.

They probably thought it did.

I stumbled quickly to my front door and dead-bolted it behind me, making sure the windows were locked before I pulled the blinds closed tight. Then, I collapsed on the couch, my whole body shaking. When I reached for my phone, I pulled up Matthew’s phone number and pressed Call.

OVERBEARING AND POSSESSIVE

MATTHEW

My phone rang, and I smiled when I saw that it was Bells.

“What’s good, babe?”

The line was quiet. Too quiet.

“Bells?” I pressed the phone against my ear even harder as I tried to listen. “I can hear you breathing.” Then, I heard what sounded like soft cries. “Are you crying?”

“I need you,” she finally said.

My heart broke in two at just the sound of her voice. I stood up from the bed and started grabbing my shoes and slipping them on. I’d lace them later.

“Where are you?”

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