Page 22 of Crash

He laughs. “Ah, so she finally told you. Good girl. I thought I was going to have to rape her again. Let me tell you a secret.” A pause “She was almost as sweet as you. Too bad someone else popped her cherry. I was really looking forward to being her first.”

A sound works in the back of my mom’s throat, sounding unnatural. “You listen to me, you sick bastard. Come near my daughter again and I’ll chop your fucking dick off and cram it down your throat while I have someone ass-fuck you. Do you understand me?”

A surprised laugh breaks through the phone. “Stop fucking with my business and we won’t have a problem.”

Her voice is unhinged when she says, “I wouldn’t worry about your business if I were you. I’d be worrying about your life because I’m fucking coming for you. Take that as a fucking promise.” She hangs up the phone as my dad walks in, a deadly look on his face. My mom sighs, telling me to go get ready for training. I make my way upstairs as I hear my parents shouting, and then my mom breaking. Her sobs are loud and haunting. I wish I’d never told her. Because they’ll never look at me the same again.

* * *

Easton has me pinned to the mat. Our chests heaving as his hard length presses into my core. It’s all kinds of sexual. Our eyes lock, and perspiration beads on the back of my neck. He leans down and bites my neck as I wiggle under him.

“Booooo!” Monroe yells.

“Yeah, we want to see a fight, not a damn porno,” Nixon barks.

“I like pornos,” Everett says, and I hear a round of slaps go around.

Easton grinds his length into me, grinning down at me before he’s ripped off me. “Aye! What the fuck?” Justin yells, Russian accent extra thick as he looks down at me. “You okay with all that or did he just assault you?” he asks me, brows pinched.

Easton smirks at me, a devious glint in his eyes, before he falls on his back. “I… Um. It’s fine.” My cheeks heat at my admission.

Justin curses in Russian, mumbling, “I don’t get paid enough for this.”

Then Easton grabs my hand, helping me up. “Fine, new partners. Nixon, Easton. Monroe, Jasmine. And you,” he looks to Everett and Ezra, “you two psychopaths will always fight one another. It’s not fair to the others.”

“Ouch, I could easily take both of them with my eyes closed,” Nixon says, clutching his heart. “Wouldn’t be fair to the others? Put me in with either of them, Justin. I’ll show you.”

“Good work, Jasmine. You’re improving tremendously,” Justin ignores Nixon, instead praising me as I go to take a seat, only to be pulled onto Easton’s lap. He rests his head on my shoulder, peering over to watch Ezra and Everett go head-to-head. I lean back into him, enjoying the affection he’s showing me. I’m not sure how we got here but there is no going back to how things used to be.

I won’t allow it.

EASTON

That night, I crawl up Jasmine’s balcony. Her lights are off, but she left her balcony door unlocked. We are going to talk about that shit. Tugging off my shirt and kicking off my shoes, I climb in behind her. She is sleeping, not peacefully, though. She is whimpering and begging someone to please stop. Tears are running down her cheeks, glistening in the moonlight pouring from the windows.

I kiss along her shoulder, traveling up her neck. “Hey, baby, wake up,” I whisper into her ear.

She stirs, trying to push away from me, her moves wild and uncalculated due to her fear. I grip her face, making her wild eyes focus on mine. “Hey. It’s okay, baby, it’s just me.” She blinks her eyes open, finally rewarding me with her clear, beautiful greens. “There you are,” I whisper, kissing her.

Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me to her, holding on for dear life. I pull her on top of me, kissing her hair. “You’re okay now.” But is she really? Because I am the biggest villain of them all. Soaking up all my time with her, until she leaves me. And she will. Right after I smash the very last piece of her.

“Tell me something about you,” she whispers. “Something no one knows.” Her voice pleads for a distraction.

Rubbing her back, I think over her question. Knowing the one truth I could give her. “I’m completely crazy about you.”

She raises her head, staring into my eyes. “You are?”

I laugh. “Of course. Why else would I be stalking you all the time? Sneaking into your bedroom knowing your dad is going to kill me?” She laughs, running her thumb over my cheek. Caressing it.

“I’m so done when it comes to you, Jasmine.” Another truth. I am. I can’t pinpoint when it happened, or even how. She runs her finger over my lips, and I bite it, sucking it into my mouth and stroking it with my tongue. Her eyes watch my lips as if she can see what’s going on inside my mouth.

“Speaking of sneaking in, you need to lock your fucking door.” I level her with a glare, and she giggles with a tiny little snort that makes my insides melt. Me, Easton McKnight’s, insides are melting over a chick snorting. My, how the mighty have fallen. “I’m fucking serious, Jasmine. Lock your fucking door.”

She mock pouts. “I love it when you’re all grumpy like this,” she says, placing a kiss to my jaw.

“You like it when I’m all grumpy? You mean broody? Maybe even lethal, because I swear to God, Jasmine, if you don’t lock that damn door, I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk without feeling me inside you. Got that?” She swallows, licking her lip. I growl, “And keep licking those lips and fucking me with your eyes and I’m going to give you something to cure that hunger you’re struggling with.” I bite her bottom lip. “Spoiler alert, baby, it isn’t a fucking Popsicle.”

She rubs herself against my groin. I smirk, slipping her panties down her legs, pulling the material until they snap off her body, stuffing them in her mouth. Her eyes widen and I tsk. “Can’t have you screaming my name and your dad hearing us.”

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