Page 29 of Break: Vol. 2

I didn’t care where I ran so long as I got the fuck away from him. I managed to get two steps away before I felt a strong hand grab onto my leg and drag me to a stop as Stephan sank to his knees. I was already moving—there was no way for me to stop. I went down in a heap, banging my knees on the hallway carpet and scraping them raw as I tried to pull away from his grasp.

“You fucking whore!” Stephan choked out as he used his grip on my ankle to drag me back towards him. The hem of my dress lifted as I slid, the fabric gliding up my thighs revealing smooth skin.

Finally, my voice returned. “Stop!” I screamed as he crawled over me, still hunkered down and wincing with pain. I obviously hadn’t hurt him badly enough, though.

“You missed my cock, you stupid cunt,” he snapped, grabbing onto a chunk of my hair. My scalp stung as he ripped several strands free. “But now my fucking thigh aches like a bitch.”

I squirmed and shoved at his chest. The scent of sharp biting alcohol blasted in my face as he spoke.

“You’ll give it up for my brother and his friends, but not for me? You’re a choosy whore, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I can pay you. I’m just as rich as my brother. Whatever he’s giving you, I promise to give you too.”

I gasped and screamed in frustration as I sank my nails into his arms, drawing blood.

“Ow! What the fuck! I told you I’d pay y—” Stephan disappeared before he could finish his sentence. My scalp smarted where his hand only half released me before he was dragged away. One second, he was hovering over me, his hand moving to the zipper of his slacks and the next, he was gone.

When I looked up and saw who had saved me, my heart began to race in my chest. Dex stood holding his brother in an iron grip against the wall—his eyes blazing with rage. Cody and Taylor moved around him, dropping to their knees alongside me. I reached out, clutching onto them as they helped me to my feet. I was shaking—trembling between them as they both turned their heads and glared at Stephan. Dex ran his eyes over me before he turned them on his brother; the coldness in his gaze could have frozen the ocean.

Darren stood just behind Dex’s shoulder—watching Stephan with animalistic bloodlust. “You’re fucking dead,” he said, his voice a whisper in the nearly empty hallway. I reached for Cody’s and Taylor’s hands, drawing their attention.

“Are you okay?” Cody asked, looking down at me with concern in his beautiful brown eyes.

I nodded, but for the life of me, I couldn’t seem to let go of their hands.

“Dude, I was just fucking with her,” Stephan said, raising his hands. “I didn’t think you’d mind. She’s just a bit—” Dex didn’t let him finish. His fist slammed into his brother’s face without hesitation.

“What the fuck!” Stephan spit out, blood dribbling down his lower lip onto his chin. “I just said she—”

“I wouldn’t finish that fucking thought, you stupid piece of shit,” Darren warned.

Dex was barely contained, a vibrating mass of violence just waiting to be unleashed. For a second, I wondered why he was holding himself back and when he cast a glance back towards me, I realized it was because he didn’t want me to see. But hedidwant information.

“Where did he touch you, Jamie?” he demanded.

I swallowed against the lump in my throat. “H-he didn’t—”

“Then where did he makeyoutouchhim?”

I blushed hotly, my eyes finding the carpet as I gritted my teeth. There was no fucking reason for me to feel ashamed. But I couldn’t stop the stutter in my tone as I answered. “H-his—he m-made me touch h-his…” Shit. I couldn’t even fucking say it without wanting to puke. So, I just nodded down towards his cock and released Cody’s hand to turn into Taylor. If all it took for Dex to punch Stephan again was me not looking, I would shut my damn eyes. But I wanted to hear it. I wanted to hear all of it.

I wanted Stephan to bleed. Who the fuck got off on trying to force someone? Who the fuck thought they were so fucking elite that they could get whatever the fuck they wanted if they just threw money at it? People weren’t for fucking sale.Iwasn’t for sale. Tears of frustration and embarrassment burned at the back of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

Taylor’s hand cupped the back of my head and I heard Stephan grunt as a fist slammed into him yet again. I stared over Taylor’s shoulder as Cody’s hand found mine and he stepped up alongside Taylor.

“You stupid fucking bastard.” Dex’s voice was low, deadly.

“She was ripe for it,” Stephan said—the idiot. “I told you she would be. I brought her down here to show you what a pussy like hers is used for since you’ve gotten your damn head shoved up her ass.”

I was shaking—with embarrassment, with shock, with violent fucking anger. But Stephan wasn’t letting up, he kept talking.

“She was almost ready to beg for it,” he said. “I knew she would be. Any girl that lets four guys fuck her isn’t going to help you run a fucking business, Dex. Mother was right, she’s a plaything, not marriage material.”

My mind didn’t even freeze on the fact that he had mentioned marriage. None of the guys ever had. I wasn’t thinking about marrying—though I could see myself with them for the rest of my life. No, I was seeing just how fucked up Stephan Smythe was.

“So, you thought that was reason enough to try and rape me?!” I screamed.

“Cody, Taylor,” Darren said. “Get her out of here. We’ll take care of this.”

“You sure?” I jerked my head to the side at Taylor's reply. I had never heard his voice go that deep. When I saw his eyes, I realized why. He looked on the verge of committing murder. Just as much as Dex and Darren. I twisted my head to look at Cody. He did as well.

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