Page 53 of The Rivals' Touch

What a douchebag!

I’m so angry I barely notice the giggling girls walking down the grand staircase.

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“I can sit on your lap if you want?” one of the girls purrs as Zayd sits in the passenger seat.

Jacob is already behind the wheel, looking bored while waiting for the girls and me to get in the car. His light brown hair is overdue for a haircut and resembles Zayd’s unruly hairdo.

“Get in the back,” Zayd tells her, his deep voice brokering no argument.

As the girls open the back doors, his hand shoots out and grasps my wrist. “Not you!”

I’m pulled down on his lap. “What are you doing?”

He lifts me by my hips and shifts me so I straddle him. “You’re riding on my cock to school.”

Jacob laughs, turning the key in the ignition. I try to push off Zayd and exit the car before it’s too late, but it’s useless; he’s too big and too strong for me to fight.

“Good girl,” he whispers when I finally stop trying to pull free from his hold. “That’s it. Nice and calm.”

I huff and make one final attempt to jerk my wrists free but to no avail.

“Why is she on your lap?” one of the girls in the backseat asks. I don’t miss the venom in her voice.

Not taking his eyes off me, Zayd replies, “Because she sucks dick better than you.”

I narrow my eyes at him.

“She’s dating the basketball player at Hedgewood, isn’t she?”

I raise a brow.

“Not anymore.”

I stiffen before renewing my attempts to break free. Why is he so goddamn strong?

“Feeling feisty today?” laughs Jacob as I free one hand and slap Zayd’s cheek.

The girls in the back gasp, their eyes widening with surprise. True to his word, he smacks me right back before grabbing my jaw and growling, “Try that again; I dare you!”

My hand lashes out like a provoked snake, and he slams his lips to mine, stealing a violent kiss. We’re left breathless, engaged in a battle of wills. He continues kissing me until my lungs burn from lack of oxygen. I bite his bottom lip hard, tasting copper on my tongue.

“Fuck!” he growls, wiping his mouth and staring at the dark blood on his fingers. “You fucking bitch!” His hungry lips descend on mine, and his hand snakes underneath my top.

I fight him with everything I have, even as I kiss him back and pull his hair. “I hate you!”

His tongue silences my protests while he plunders my mouth and wraps his arm around my waist to stop me from fighting him. “Your body doesn’t lie, babe! You want me!”

It’s true, but I would sooner jump out of an airplane without a parachute than admit it.

I don’t even notice we’ve parked up, and when Jacob clears his throat, I break away and slap Zayd’s face hard enough to leave a handprint. He looks dazed, drugged by my kisses.

I glance around, patting down my messed-up hair. We’re in the parking lot at school, and the backseat is empty. The girls are gone.

Jacob struggles to suppress his laughter. “They left about five minutes ago.”

My eyes widen. “Seriously?”

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