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Glaring at the guys, I tell him, “I’m not dating him. Either of them. This is a public place. I’m sure they’re here to unwind.”

“In the middle of the school day?”

Fuck, why did he have to point that out? And why are they here? Now they’re messing with my personal life more than I want them to and it’s annoying with a capital A.

“Would you, um, mind giving me a second?”

He nods. “Yeah, I gotta take a piss, anyway.”

Real nice. But I walk away from him, heading straight for the guys with a pissed off expression. I hope they can see and feel the hostility pouring off of me.

“Ya know,” Christian starts, looking me up and down as he leans back, “You really shouldn’t be out in public wearing so little. I can see right through this shit.”

He grabs at my shirt when I stop right in front of him, swatting his hand away with a huff. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask in a rush, glancing over my shoulder to make sure CJ has disappeared.

But Christian loses his smirk and the room feels as though the temperature dropped twenty degrees. I shiver under his scrutinizing gaze as he leans forward, but doesn’t touch me again.

“We’re here because you’re breaking rule number one.” He nods to Zeke. “Looks like I’m gonna have to send Zeke in to break his fucking hands.”

The blood drains from my face before I laugh in his face. “You can’t be serious, right? I never agreed to anything. Those ridiculous rules don’t apply to—”

My words end the moment Christian grabs my jaw and pulls me to stand between his legs. I’m so fucking turned on I can hardly breathe, but I don’t want him to know that, so I close my mouth and pray he can’t see it. And right when I think I’m gathering my wits about me, I feel warmth behind me only to find Zeke closing me in, too.

“You might not have verbally agreed to anything, little hellfire, but we saw the way your eyes twinkled when I asked you to be our pet.” He lifts half of his mouth, driving me wild because all I want to do is taste his lips, too. “So, tell me… Do you want your collar now or later?”

Oh, fuck.

I’m pretty positive I just soaked my panties. My pussy is throbbing unlike I’ve ever felt before just thinking about wearing a collar placed around my neck by Christian.

Licking my lips, I ask in a whisper, “Is there a literal collar?”

His smile widens so much I can see all of his perfect pearly white teeth. Then he glances at Zeke before he leans in and presses his nose against mine.

“It even comes with a chain, baby,” he rasps against my lips.

I physically shudder, feeling my knees go weak as I let out a breathy moan. Picturing a collar around my neck as they chain and fuck me with control sends me into a fucking whirlwind. But I’m still not giving in. They can’t have me just yet, but I know I won’t be able to hold off forever.

“Well, it’s just a shame I belong to no man. And no man is ever going to chain me up like a fucking dog—”

His grip on my jaw tightens as he smirks. “We’ll see about that, baby.”

Then he releases me, and Zeke steps back. I’ve never wanted to stay in a place more in my life. Feeling the lack of Zeke’s body heat and Christian’s hands on me leaves me shaky and needy as fuck. I’m not even sure I remember where the hell I am right now.

“Everything okay over here, Billie?”

Oh, right! I’m here with—what the fuck is his name again? CJ! Jesus, do you see what I mean? I have to get away from these guys if I’m ever going to have any self control.

“Y-yeah, it’s f-fine,” I stutter out, glancing between Christian and Zeke as my nerves skyrocket through the old paneled ceiling tiles.

Zeke crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the railing, staring CJ down with a look to kill. I’m not sure what makes me more nervous—Zeke looking like he’s going to attack, or the smirk on Christian’s face that says he’s enjoying this way too much.

But when CJ grabs my elbow and tries to pull me away from them, shit hits the fan. Christian’s nice-guy demeanor flies out the window as he launches from his stool and pushes past me. His chest bumps CJ’s, knocking him away from me.

“Do we have a problem, bro?” CJ asks, trying to stand his ground.

My chest tightens as my gaze dances all over the room. This is not at all how this afternoon was supposed to go. I know how crazy Christian can be, and I want to tell CJ to run as fast and as far away from me as he can. But then there’s the twisted side of me that wants to see a guy fight Christian for me.

When Christian doesn’t say a word and simply stares CJ dead in the eyes with a crazy grin, I look to Zeke for help. But he won’t be of any, will he? Still crossing his arms over his chest, he seems to enjoy the show a little too much.

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