Page 52 of You Were Never Not Mine

SINCLAIR

August is furious. His face is red and his eyes are blazing with anger and I’ve never seen him look hotter. He pulled that gross guy off of me like he weighed nothing and the way he told him to keep his fucking hands off me? I melted. Who knew I liked violence? Who knew I’d find it so freaking sexy?

But I’m also mad. Who does he think he is, interrupting us like he just did? That guy was making me uncomfortable, but I could handle it on my own. I don’t need August Lancaster running to my rescue. Though he’s looking at me currently like he’d rather toss me out on my ass than want to help me.

We’re glaring at each other silently, but it feels like we’re communicating with our eyes. His broad chest rises and falls at a rapid rate and I can feel everyone else is watching us too. We have an audience.

His gaze cuts across the crowd before it returns to me and he grabs hold of my upper arm. “You’re leaving.”

He wouldn’t kick me out of his frat, would he? Nooo…

I can tell from the serious intent in his gaze that yes. Yes, he would kick me out. God, he’s a dick.

“I am not!” I try to tug out of his grip, but he’s too strong. I glance around the room, trying to spot Elise, but she’s nowhere. I know she was looking for Tim or Rafe and I’m guessing she found them.

Meaning I’m all alone and about to get escorted out of this frat party by the freaking president.

“You are.” He drags me through the crowd, leading me toward the front door and my anger grows. Rising inside of me and getting bigger and bigger until I’m sure I’m about to blow.

At the last second, he doesn’t take me to the front door. Instead, he turns right and leads me up the stairs, his grip never lessening and I swear he’s going to leave a mark. I try and put up a fight, but he just looks at me, his narrowed gaze both intimidating and somehow sexy.

God, I hate him. He’s so fucking bossy and mean. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand him and the way he always fucks with my good time. I knew we shouldn’t have come to this stupid house. I just knew?—

He pushes open a door and shoves me inside the room, which I recognize as his bedroom. I go stumbling in, nearly falling on my knees thanks to the too-high stilettos, and when I turn to face him, he’s still standing by the door, his fingers curled around the handle.

“I should make you stay here and lock the door so you can’t escape.” His voice is more of a growl and the sound of it alone has my core clenching tight.

“Aww and leave me in your room all by myself?” I mock pout, letting my anger drive me. “I don’t know if you can trust me not to go through your stuff.”

“Joke’s on you because I wouldn’t leave shit in this room that I wouldn’t want anyone to find.” And with that, he slams the door, turning the lock and keeping me a prisoner.

A distressed cry leaves me and I look around the room, my breaths coming so fast my lungs ache. Who the hell does hethink he is? I should have him arrested for kidnapping! He can’t keep me in here against my will.

I march toward the door and try the handle but nothing happens. Laughter comes from the other side and it dawns on me that he’s standing out there in the hall. Listening to me.

Pressing my mouth to the crack where the door meets the frame, I shout, “Let me out!”

His laughter gets louder.

“August!” I pound on the door with my fists hard enough that it hurts. “Open the door! Now!”

“Fuck you, Sin.”

That only makes me madder. I am banging on the door over and over, tears stinging the corners of my eyes. I need to find my friend. I need to leave. I want to go back to my dorm and take off this stupid dress and these stupid shoes, crawl into bed and never leave it again. I hate it here.

I hate him.

Eventually exhausted, I stop knocking and screaming, slumping against the door and squeezing my eyes shut tight. My chest aches. My eyes do too and I’m on the verge of bawling like a baby out of pure frustration.

“Beg for it,” he says.

I lift away from the door, glaring at it like he can see me. “What did you just say?”

“Beg me to open the door and I will.” His voice gets closer. “Like you did the other night.”

This fucker. He’s sick. Demented.

“Do it, Sin, and I’ll reward you.”

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