Page 108 of Kings of Westbrook High

They have no idea where I am..

It’s gonna happen again..

Focus, Callie.

“What now, Derek?” I rasp, swallowing the bile in my throat when he climbs over me to lie between my parted legs. “You gonna take me right here, just like this for them to see?” I ask, tipping my chin at the boys on the couch. “Can’t find anyone ready and willing so you gotta take me like this, yeah?”

He snarls at that, sliding his hand over my outer thigh. “Just you wait, you mouthy little bitch.” He hisses, leaning over me to speak over my lips. “Once I’m done with you, you’ll realize those little cunts can’t make you feel half as good as I can.”

“You’ll never be them.” I glare, looking him dead in the eye. “You get off on fucking with them because you want what you can’t have.”

“And what’s that?” He glares back, reaching down between us to pop the button on my shorts.

“Everything.” I hiss, ignoring the tears building behind my eyes. “The respect, the loyalty, the fear, the family. All you’ll ever be is the son of Elijah’s bastard brother and you can’t fucking stand it. You want to be them. Which is why you try to take everything that belongs them, thinking it’ll give you a piece of the life you’ll never have.”

His nostrils flare and he grips my hair, yanking my head to the side to speak in my ear. “You’re right. I fucked their step mother, I fucked Wren’s pathetic high school sweetheart, I even took their own mother for a ride a couple times.” He lies, laughing at me when I try a pathetic swing at him. “All to fuck with them. But taking you?” He rasps, sliding his tongue over the pulsing vein in my neck. “Taking you is gonna fucking kill them.”

I cringe and roll my head away, fighting to pull air into my lungs when he slides his hand beneath my shorts to cup my bare pussy.

This can’t be happening.

I panic but it’s useless.

I feel my strength coming back to me, slowly, but it’s not enough to fight him or get away from him.

Damon..

“Derek..” One of the boys warns, stepping closer. “This is messed up.”

“You said you just were gonna fuck with her a little bit.” The other one speaks up, scrubbing a hand over his face. “This is rape, man.”

“You don’t like it?” He raises a brow, popping the button on his jeans. “You can leave.”

The fuckers stay where they stand and I roll my head to look at them, silently warning them with my eyes to get the fuck out of this room. They hesitate for a solid minute, unsure what to do, then they turn to leave without sparing me a second glance.

Derek smirks at that, shoving my head to the side to face the camera on the nightstand. “Smile for your boyfriend, baby girl.”

Chapter 28

Damon

“Fuck!” I roar, smacking the driver’s side door. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Damon..”

We’ve looked everywhere.

The mansion, the beaches, the clubs, ripped our way through every single one of his usual hangouts one by one.

It’s been hours.

He could have done anything to her by now..

“Damon.”

I growl and kick the side mirror off the door, dragging my hands through my hair while I fight to think.

I can’t.

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