Page 80 of All Bets Are Off

“I’m matching with my roommate,” I stutter. “Alice in Wonderland and the Queen of Hearts.” I have to fake ignorance or he’s going to really do this. Violate me where anyone could watch. Where my shame would be on display for anyone walking by.

He pulls away, staring down at me in contemplation. I keep my expression earnest, hoping like fuck the drunk aura lends credence to my story.

“Have you seen the guys?”

I pretend to think about it. Fuck why did I drink so much? It’s hard to stay focused long enough to convince Carson to forget about the costumes. I shake my head and he grips my chin in his fingers to study my face.

My eyes flash wildly back and forth between his eyes but I remain perfectly still. I think. A hysterical giggle passes my lips, only a moment away from turning into a cry.

“You’re fucking wasted,” Carson curses. Is he just now realizing that? I feel like there’s a neon sign over my head that’s announcing how intoxicated I am. I’m barely managing to stay on my feet. Hmph that’s funny.

His grip wraps around my bicep and he squeezes. Oh that’s not funny. I drop my chin to my chest as he drags me with him further into the backyard.

Trees surround us and I stumble over my feet. He doesn’t slow down, or even help me catch my balance, just keeps dragging me forward. He pushes me back and all of a sudden rough bark bites into my back and shoulders.

Why is there a tree behind me?

“Why do you make everything so goddamn hard?” Carson demands in front of me. I whimper as I stare at my shoes. I don’t know how to answer him. Why am I the way I am?

Too weak to stand on my own. Too stubborn to give up. Even when it’s slowly killing me.

“If you’re going to match with anyone, it’s going to be me. Do you understand?” I nod. “Not that fucking trash!”

I want to defend Shelby, but it would only make him take her away from me. I can’t risk losing her too. I nod again. Complete compliance. Absolute submission. Just as he likes. I don’t have enough functioning brain cells left right now to try and think of any other way out.

“No dressing like a whore,” he repeats like a broken record, punctuated by the sound of my panties being torn from my body. The temperature around us instantly drops twenty degrees colder. Ice chilling me from the inside out.

“No getting hammered in public and making an ass out of yourself.” He shoves two fingers inside me and my entire body revolts against the intrusion. Pain shoots through my core as he forces his fingers in and out of me, feeling as if I’m being ripped in half with each thrust.

Tears burn my eyes as I try to wiggle free away from him.

His other hand presses against my chest. “Don’t even think about it, Brielle. You need reminding of who you belong to. Whose pussy this is.”

Bile roses up my throat, but he’s not done. “I will rip the dress off you and finish what I started last week if you don’t behave.”

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, hard enough to reopen the cut and blood fills my mouth. I try to ignore the feeling of his fingers inside of me. Of the way he’s trying to coax a reaction out of my body that refuses to comply. All it does is hurt. He stretches me out making me whimper and writhe in discomfort as the pain only gets worse.

Each thrust of his fingers becomes more brutal until he adds a third finger and I cry out as an excruciating burn threatens to blind me. I can’t help but react, shoving him away from me.

I trip over my feet and fall backward on my ass. His growl is almost inhumane as he launches himself after me, yanking me up by the hair.

“You make me do this, Brielle,” he spits as he lands a punch against my ribs. “It’s all your fault you can’t just be good.” Another hit to my stomach.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” I pant, closing my eyes against the dizzying sensation and trying not to vomit.

He tightens his grip and pulls my face up to look up at him. “Yeah? Prove it, Darling.”

The feeling of tar sliding over my skin overtakes me. How can one person be so fucking atrocious? I start falling to my knees, assuming he wants me to suck him off to prove he has me under his heel. He knows damn well, I’ll never willingly be his.

His grip in my hair stops me. “Not this time. I want something else this time.”

My eyes widen in fear. Fucking my face was bad enough, what the fuck else does he plan on taking from me? I stay quiet, willfully obedient to try and get out of this at least in one piece, but I can't stop the trembles that wrack through my body in fear.

“I want you to remember that you’re mine. I want to feel your acceptance of that. To feel even your body give in to me.”

I just stare up at him, lost for words. I don’t know what any of that means. He pulls me back to my feet and pushes my back against the tree, using his foot to budge my feet wider apart. I struggle to force my knees shut, but his leg is already there, blocking me from doing so. Trapping me.

His fingers find my core again but instead of roughly shoving them up inside me again, he uses his thumb to find my clit. If I wasn’t already shaking with my fear and shame, I’d probably laugh at the fact he could even find it. A hysterical giggle bursts out of me and his eyes darken as he moves his thumb against my clit.

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