Page 35 of Freestyle
I won’t give him that.
Gray leans closer, his breath ghosting across the back of my neck. “We warned you, sweetheart. You came into our world.”
My heart pounds furiously in my chest, my breath coming in heated bursts as I face the two boys who seem to see me as a challenge, an obstacle to be conquered. Phoenix and Gray, the names I’ve heard whispered in hushed tones through the campus, the two boys who hold the entire college in the palm of their hands, now have their sights set on me. I feel a mix of fear, anticipation, and something darker, something that sends a shiver of excitement down my spine.
“I’m not some fucking challenge to win,” I seethe, glaring at both of them.
“We beg to differ, sweetheart,” Gray quips back.
“You’re a little spitfire, aren’t you, Rowyn?” Phoenix asks, his eyes burning into mine.
“Fuck you, Phoenix!” I reply, my fists clenched at my sides. “Both of you! You’re nothing but bullies.”
Phoenix leans against the wall, his casual demeanor doing nothing to mask the intensity in his eyes. His dark hair falls softly over his forehead, and the light casts sharp shadows across his strong jawline. His lip ring shines against the darkness. Beside him stands Gray, his trademark smirk firmly in place, amusement dancing in his gaze. With his tousled sandy blond hair and mischievous eyebrows, he could charm anyone into doing anything.
Gray steps forward, his eyes darkening as he invades my space. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his crisp, spearmint breath coating my cheek.
I push against his chest, trying to create some distance between us, but it’s no use. “I’m not your sweetheart,” I hiss, my voice trembling with anger. The way he looks at me makes my heart pound and my breath hitch in my throat, but I can’t let them see it. I won’t let them see how their presence affects me, how their very existence threatens to unravel the carefully constructed walls I’ve built around myself.
“Don’t bother fighting it, Rowyn,” Gray whispers, his fingers brushing against the exposed skin of my hip, sending shivers running along my fevered flesh. “I bet you’re already wet for us, aren’t you?” he whispers as he trails his fingers over my body until he’s behind me.
I can’t deny the heat pooling between my thighs, the traitorous response of my body to their proximity. It’s a betrayal, a weakness I can’t afford. I won’t be their plaything, their toy to be discarded when they grow tired of me.
But as Nix moves closer, his eyes burning into mine, I feel my resolve wavering. “Resist all you want, baby girl. We’ll enjoy the struggle,” he murmurs, his breath fanning against my ear. “We’ll savor the taste of your surrender, the moment you realize you’re ours.” His hand slides down, cupping mybreast through the thin fabric of my dress as his thumb brushes against my hardened nipple.
I gasp, my back arching involuntarily against Gray’s chest.
“Fine! If you want to fuck, then let’s fuck. What’s one more time?” I snap heatedly, my voice rising with every word. “But stop the shit about you actually caring about me. Everyone at this school knows you both are nothing but huge fuckboys.”
The heat of my words lingers in the air, and the silence that follows is thick enough to cut. The two of them exchange a look, an unspoken conversation passing between them that only fuels my anger. It feels like they’re sharing a joke at my expense, and it makes my blood boil.
“On second thought, no. I’m out of here.” I turn, my resolve unwavering. I make my way toward the door, desperate to escape the tension that clouds the room, but I barely make it a few steps before it happens.
Phoenix’s hand slams against the door, blocking my path. His towering frame looms over me, his eyes dark with a mix of anger and desire. My heart pounds even harder in my chest, a jumble of fear and anticipation coursing through my veins.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he growls, his breath hot on my neck. “You’re ours, whether you like it or not.”
Gray steps forward, his gaze locked onto mine. “We’ve been patient with you, sunshine,” he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. “But that patience is wearing thin.”
The air between us is heavy with the promise of what’s to come. I swallow hard, trying to hold on to my defiance.
“I hate you,” I spit out, trying to meet their challenge. Phoenix smirks, his eyes glinting with amusement, treating my anger like a game.
“I’m sure you do. That’s why you keep coming back for more,” he taunts, his hand reaching out to tangle in my hair. He pulls me close, his lips crashing against mine in a brutal kiss. I struggle against him, but Gray’s arms wrap around me from behind, holding me in place, binding me between them. His lips brush against the shell of my ear, sending shocks of arousal through me. As much as I want to deny it, Phoenix and Gray have become something my body craves.
“You’re going to relinquish control, even if that pretty head doesn’t want to,” Phoenix whispers, his voice low and seductive. Gray’s teeth graze my earlobe as his hands roam across my chest, pinching my nipples. I gasp into Phoenix’s mouth, my body betraying me with desire. Nix pulls back as his lips curve in a wicked smile. “You’re going to be a good little slut for us, Rowyn. Aren’t you?” He presses a knee between my legs, forcing them apart.
I try to push against Phoenix, but he’s unyielding. His body is a wall of muscle and determination, pinning me between them. “And we won’t stop until you’re begging for more, sweetheart,” Gray promises, his voice rough against my skin.
“Fuck you both,” I mutter, my words muffled by Phoenix’s mouth. But even as I say it, I feel myself getting wet, my body betraying me with a desperate need. They’re in control, and I can’t help but submit to their will, no matter how much I hate myself for it.
“I hate you so fucking much,” I gasp as Phoenix slides his hand up my thigh, his fingers brushing against my clit. Gray’s mouth finds mine, swallowing my moans with a hungry kiss.
“We know you do, baby girl. But that’s okay. You’ll learn to love us,” he whispers against my lips.
“Now, be a good little slut for us, and spread your legs.” Gray’s fingers dig into the flesh of my thighs as he forces them apart, exposing my wet pussy to their hungry gaze. Phoenix’s mouth latches onto my nipple, biting down hard enough to make me cry out in pleasure and pain.
“Don’t you dare try to walk away from us again,” Phoenix growls against my neck, his voice low and dangerous. The room shivers with electricity; there is something primal in the way he speaks, and it sends chills along my skin. His eyes bore into mine, full of possessiveness and lust.
