Page 63 of Sweet Possession

Pushing up onto my tiptoes, I press a kiss to his cheek. “See you at home.”

I move past him and out of the classroom. The hallways are empty, almost eerily quiet, as I make my way towards the art room. A noise I don’t recognize comes from behind me, making me pause. Goosebumps break out over my body, and a shiver runs up my spine. I glance over my shoulder but find nothing out of the ordinary. Shaking my head at my paranoia, I continue to the art room. I have an assignment to complete. Why I’m bothering when I have every intention of leaving Coral Lakes, I don’t know, but I want to do it. Any kind of art calms me, and that’s what I intend to do tonight after our talk.

Stopping outside the door, I find it closed, but not locked, when I grab the handle and turn. It opens, and I step inside and move towards the supply closet at the back of the room. Grabbing what I need, I shove it all in my bag and exit, only to freeze when I realize I’m not alone. I swallow as panic courses through me when I meet smug, sardonic faces.

Logan and Louis.

I am alone with Logan and Louis Carrington.

School is out.

Asher is meeting me at home.

I am screwed.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my favorite dancer,” Louis drawls as he takes a step towards me.

Straightening my spine, I lift my chin, feigning a confidence I don’t feel. “Get out of my way, I need to get home.” I start towards the door, only for Logan to step in front of it and block my exit.

Louis tsks, shaking his head. “Now, now,Crystal, you aren’t going anywhere until we get what we want.” The insinuation in his voice is clear.

I shake my head, swallowing hard. “We can pretend this never happened if you just let me go. You don’t have to do this. If you so much as touch me, I’ll go to the police.”

They both laugh, the sound so vile it makes me shudder. Louis circles me. “And who do you think the police are going to believe? A whore who is fucking her teacher, or one of the richest men in Miami?”

Tears prick my eyes. They are going to do whatever they want to me, regardless of what I say. Entitled assholes like them never suffer any consequences. But it’s not just me I need to protect. There is also my baby. I can’t let them hurt us. “People will be looking for me.” My voice is strong, even though I’m scared.

“People like Mr. Grant? Nah, I just saw him go out to his car. He’s gone, leaving us to get what we are owed,” Logan pipes up.

Louis leans into me, inhaling my hair. My body starts to shake all over. “You know, I was obsessed with you from the moment I saw you on that stage. I knew I had to have you. Whenever I tried to book private sessions, I was always told you were booked up no matter how much money I offered. And then you just disappeared. It was fate when I saw you here. I knew then that I would do anything to get you. But then I found out about you and that asshole teacher. He is standing in our way, Crystal. But not anymore. I finally have you alone,” he finishes. In that moment, I realize the man is fucking delusional.

“Let me go,” I grit out. They both laugh, and I know when Logan clicks the lock into place, I am completely fucked. Panic sets in, and a sob bursts from my mouth. “Please don’t do this. Please. Just let me go. I won’t say anything if you just let me go,” I beg.

“No,” Louis growls into my ear as he grabs me, removes my bag, and pushes me to the floor. “Logan, come and hold her down.”

I scream so loud, pain lances through my throat. This is really happening; they are going to rape me.

I kick and scream, trying to get them off me, but it’s no use. They are both big, strong men, and when Logan pins my wrists down to the floor, squeezing so hard I hear a bone crunch, I know it’s game over. But I don’t give up. I will fight with everything I have to protect my baby. I kick out, hitting Louis right in the groin and making him double over.

He growls and grunts, and I know I haven’t done enough when he shoots me a devilish look and says, “Stay still, and it will soon be over.” His whole weight lands on me, pinning my body to the floor. I squirm and buck with everything in me, trying to get him off, but he doesn’t move.

A wet tongue runs up the side of my face. “I am going to fuck you so good, whore. You will be begging for my cock to fill you by the time I’m finished.” Logan’s voice is filled with lust. I glance up to see his eyes on where his father is now lifting my skirt, revealing my panties.

Louis runs a finger up the fabric. “Mmm, she isn’t wet yet, but I can change that.” His eyes come to me. “I bet you have the most beautiful pussy; I can’t wait to have a taste.”

A sob catches in my throat as tears run down my cheeks. “Please, don’t do this,” I croak.

He cocks his head, eyeing me for a long beat. For a second, I think I’ve gotten through to him. But no. My whole body turns cold as he hooks a finger into the side of my panties and pushes them aside. His eyes light up as he stares at my pussy, licking his lips. “Perfect cunt, just as I thought,” he murmurs, almost as if he’s mesmerized.

“Hurry up, dad. I want a taste,” Logan growls.

Louis looks at his son. “You’ll get your turn.” He pushes a finger down on my clit, and I cry harder. “I just want to make sure she’s prepared. I bet she has never had a big cock like mine before. I’m going to stretch you so good,” he muses. I gag, bile rising in my throat. Louis runs his finger up my slit and I buck harder. This is going to be hard enough to overcome, but if I let him penetrate me in any way, I don’t think I will ever forgive myself for not fighting harder. I kick my legs, fighting with all the strength I have. I won’t give up. They’ll have to kill me before I stop fighting.

Louis reaches down with one hand, unbuckling the belt on his pants and pulling down the zipper. He pushes down his boxers, and his small, ugly cock bounces free. I turn to the side to be sick and then scream and thrash with everything I have inside me. A punch lands on my mouth, and I nearly black out as I taste blood.

Blinking, I focus on Louis, who hovers over me. “Shut the fuck up, whore,” he hisses, then strokes his dick from root to tip.

“Come on, dad. Someone will hear us if you don’t hurry the fuck up.” There is a hint of worry in Logan’s voice that makes me want to plead with him.

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