Page 7 of Double Dare

Once I have it yanked up, he turns my body around and pulls the zipper into place. “Cops will be crawling all over here in a matter of minutes. Don’t say a thing, and follow my lead.”

I don’t nod. I don’t reply. I give him nothing.

His hand moves, and he grips my bicep tightly, then snaps me back around. “You understand me?” he growls. His eyes have taken on a new shade of darkness.

I scrunch my face in pain and try to jerk from his hold. “You’re hurting me.”

“I don’t give a fuck. Answer me.”

“Okay!” I squeal, and he finally lets me go.

The next few minutes pass too quickly and blurry. He speaks more, but my head can’t even comprehend what he says.

Suddenly, there is a cop standing in front of me. His light skin almost shines against his dark blue uniform, and his badge glistens in the pale light. I try to put all my focus on it, hoping it will help ground me. Right now, I need to be quiet and just play along if I want to make it out of here alive.

“Isn’t that right, love?” Adrian says, letting his hand fall to the small of my back, where he pinches me.

I jump, my mind scrambling to try and figure out what was just said. When I can’t, I look to Adrian for help. “I’m sorry, what?”

Anger flicks in his eyes, but it’s gone the instant the cop takes over and starts talking. “He was just saying how you two were up here having a party of your own. Is that true?”

He waits on my answer expectantly with pen in hand, ready to scribble on the small notepad he’s holding with the other.

I debate on what to say. I could tell the truth and be done with this whole thing now, but something tells me no matter what, Adrian would find me and make me pay. And his price is a lot more than my inheritance. It’s my life.

“Yeah. That’s true. I’m sorry, I just feel terrible knowing what we were doing while all of this happened. Maybe if we weren’t preoccupied, we could have helped the man.” A sob breaks free from my throat, but it isn’t for the poor fool lying dead on the ground below us. No. It’s for myself because I’m pretty sure I just solidified a deal with the devil. By agreeing with what Adrian said, I’m now an accomplice.

I thought Dario’s dare was bad, but it’s worse than I even anticipated.

“Hm.” He scoffs, writing something down on his notepad. “You understand why this is hard for me to believe considering your reputation, don’t you, Adrian?”

Adrian smiles. The sick fuckersmiles.“Well, Chief, it seems you don’t have anything to hold me on, so whether you believe it or not, I’m a free man.”

I look between the two of them, completely shocked by Adrian’s bold manner. He knows he’s untouchable and doesn’t even try to hide it.

“I think we have a witness right here.” He points to me with the end of his pen and shifts his eyes to mine. “One word from you, ma’am, and I’ll make sure you’re protected.”

I can feel Adrian stiffen beside me, but I’m not stupid. I would never jeopardize my life by crossing a Youngblood.

Before I can even get a reply out—something to plead my case of Adrian’s innocence even if it isn’t true—he leans down, letting his fingers slide under my dress. I feel them move from my knee and up my thigh, before finally landing on my pussy. Instantly, I freeze.

How fucking humiliating to be fondled by someone in the open—in front of a cop no less—and not even be able to move.

He skates two digits over my pussy, then between my lips, coating them with what’s left of my previous arousal and his cum. Pulling them out, he holds his hand high enough so the cop can see. “Here’s your proof, Chief. My cum is spilling out of her cunt as we speak, streaking her legs. Pretty sure she isn’t lying. Are you, love?” He glances at me with the most malicious smirk.

The cop shakes his head before I can formulate a reply. “We’re done here, Youngblood, but I advise you stay close,” he spits, turning on his heel to leave.

Once he’s through the balcony doors and out of sight, Adrian turns back to me, hand still held up. He brings it closer until it’s hovering a centimeter from my lips. “Clean it up.”

I tip my head. “Excuse me?”

He steps closer so my chest is flush with his body. “Clean. It. Up.”

I lean to the side slightly, grabbing the end of my dress, ready to do whatever he asks again, but as soon as I raise it high enough to reach his hand, he pushes it away.

“With your mouth, love.”

I bite my lip. This is clearly just him pushing me to see how far he can go before I snap because no one in their right mind can be such a prick, can they?

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