Page 42 of The Rivals' Touch

I look at him questioningly as he wiggles a small jewelry box in the air with a taunting smile that spells trouble for me. He steps behind me and moves my blonde hair off my neck. “You see, Zayd and I thought we would treat you to something special.”

Cool metal slides between my breasts, and I reach up to finger the chain while Jacob fastens the clasp. Zayd looks amused, like he’s anticipating my reaction.

“What’s this?” I ask, eyeing him suspiciously.

Jacob leans down, whispering in my ear, “You’re our property now, Remi. Take it off, and we’ll have no choice but to send the photograph to Bennett.”

I grow cold, and he chuckles, his warm breath hitting my skin in short bursts.

“Read it.”

It’s a dog tag. Inscribed are the words ‘Hedgewood Whore. Property of Zayd and Jacob.’

My hands shake as I look up. “Zayd?” The boy in the bathroom with the concerned eyes is gone. His face is cold and emotionless. “I’m not wearing this!”

Jacob brushes his lips over my ear. “But you see, it’s not up to you. You have no choice. We’ve claimed you now.”

I whirl on him, anger pulsing through me. “I have a boyfriend!”

“And where is he?”

“You know he’s at Hedgewood.”

Jacob’s lips curve, and he steps closer. “You said it yourself; he’s at Hedgewood. Here at Aycliffe, you belong to us!”

“I don’t belong to you!”

Jacob lifts his chin at Zayd, who walks ahead without another backward glance. Then he grabs my arm and drags me along.

Students stare as we pass, but no one stops them. No one says a thing.

“Let me go!” I smack Jacob’s arm, but he doesn’t even notice. He’s too big and too strong. I’m a mouse trying to fight an attacking snake.

I’m shoved into an empty classroom. The chairs are stacked on the desks, and yesterday’s algebra notes are still on the whiteboard.

Zayd flips the lock and smirks menacingly.

“What are you doing?” I ask in alarm, backing away. Jacob stalks me like a predator on the hunt. I glance at Zayd, but the curve of his lips tells me he’s not going to help.

“You’re our property to do with as we please.” Jacob squeezes his dick in his ripped, black jeans. “A Hedgewood whore!”

“No!” I shake my head. My body trembles with fear and something far more disturbing as my ass collides with the desk behind me – arousal.

Jacob cocks his head and sweeps his green eyes down my body. Why is he so fucking tall? I’m barely up to his collarbone. “Your body doesn’t lie.”

I gasp when he yanks down my black tank top and exposes my bra.

He palms my breasts with a rough touch and brushes his thumbs over my peaked buds inside the black lace. “Your nipples are hard!” To prove his point, he pinches one, making me jump. Then he snaps my bra strap, shoves the cup down, and squeezes my naked flesh. “Do you know how we treat Hedgewood whores here at Aycliffe?” He rolls my nipple between his thumb and finger. My eyelids flutter as I struggle to bite back a moan, but it slips out.

“We fuck them until they can’t walk! We make them beg for it on their knees! The only name you’ll be screaming is mine.” He winks at Zayd behind him. “Maybe Zayd’s too if he’s feeling generous.”

I should push Jacob away, but my common sense has evaporated like the morning mist. He shoves the upside-down chair off the desk, and it clatters to the floor. The sound barely registers as he lifts me up and lays me down on top.

Before I can protest, his hot mouth covers my nipple. Any objections I have, die on my tongue as hot pleasure shoots down to my core.

I arch my back off the desk and grip the sides. God, he works miracles with that sinful tongue of his. It swirls and nibbles. Bites and sucks.

He squeezes my other tit, then slaps it and chuckles against my sensitive skin.

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