Page 183 of Teacher's Pet

His hand.

Sliding down my back. Lower.

His fingers skim the curve of my ass, and my stomach twists.

I want to scream. Vomit.

"I’m curious," Cole murmurs, his voice like rusted metal. "Is that ass of yours still nice, Ana?"

No. No, no, no-

"W-where the hell is your whore?" I snap, trying to twist away.

Cole sighs, almost bored. "If all is going to plan? Keeping Noah and Roman distracted."

Jake chuckles. "No one would expect us to take you with so many people around," he muses. "That’s the beauty of it."

I thrash, but Cole shoves me back down, my ribs aching against the car’s unforgiving frame. His fingers tug at the bottom of my dress.

"Get your fucking hands off me-"

The slam is harder this time.

Pain rockets through my skull, my vision blurring. I taste blood, metallic and thick, coating my tongue.

Jake laughs. "Might as well have a look."

Their hands move.

Tearing fabric. Tugging at the hem.

No. No, no, no.

I writhe, kick, fight, but I can’t break free.

They lift my dress.

Cold air brushes over my exposed skin.

Nothing but a thin layer of white lace separates me from them. The kind of lace Noah would have loved. The kind that was meant for him.

Not this.

"Fucking whore-" Walker snarls, his hand striking my ass so hard that the impact shudders through my body.

A yelp rips from my throat, but Cole is faster. His palm clamps over my mouth, silencing me.

"Now, now, Walker," Jake murmurs, amused. "Can’t ruin all of her."

Something in his tone makes my blood turn to ice.

Then, he shifts behind me.

His hands tighten on my hips.

His crotch presses against me, the fabric of his pants brushing against my bare skin.

I can’t breathe.

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