Page 30 of Little Stranger

One more thrust, and his cock swells as his eyes roll to the back of his head, Dad still shouting down in the yard, but he keeps going until he stills, the warm liquid hitting the back of my throat as his dick twitches in my mouth.

He pulls out completely, and snatches my jaw, keeping my mouth open. With my tongue out, he stares at his cum pooling in my mouth, capturing some of it spilling from the corner with his thumb and wiping it across my lips.

My eyes widen as he slides two fingers into my mouth, forcing them to the back of my throat and making my gag and swallow every drop.

I fall forward, gasping in the rain, filling my lungs as he steps away. I look up to see him tucking his dick away.Go kiss your future husband, little sister. And when you do, you better think about me and all the ways I’ll fuck you in his blood.

Parker sits beside me, his friends all laughing and drinking around us on the sofas. We’re in one of their basements, and what should have been a date has turned into him guilt-tripping me into being here, since I was making him miss out on a good night.

I did try to go home, but he insisted I go with him, mentioned his old man would be mad at him if he fucked me off for a party.

He’s taken four lines so far, and his friends are all idiots.

His arm is behind me, his fingers grazing my shoulder, and I’m very aware of his intentions. He’s a fuckboy—known for being the type of guy to sleep around and get praised for it. His shaggy blonde hair falls over his eyes, so he keeps needing to bat it away to see, and he smells like vinegar. I don’t think he’s even showered after working out.

With that cocky attitude, you’d think he’d at least be good in bed, but I was bored to death, trying not to fall asleep while I stared at the ceiling the entire time.

This is the guy Mom paid to fuck me. My father’s business partner’s idiotic son. My potential future husband.

Yack.

I have no interest in him—I’d rather kiss a poisonous frog. Or maybe Malachi’s spider Spikey?

No.

Honestly, I want to yell at my parents for forcing me into these arrangements. Not only is he five years older than me, but he also keeps calling me “kid,” even when he was inside me. He’s kissed me twice, and I felt like I was making out with a lampshade.

No sparks whatsoever. But then again, I have been kissing Malachi.

Parker’s voice slithers near my ear. “You want to go to one of the rooms?”

I should say no, but he might tell my parents I’m not being cooperative, so I unenthusiastically nod.

One of his friends stands. “Parks!” he cheers. “Think your girl will suck me off?”

He laughs. “Probably. She’s easy enough.”

My face falls, and I pull away from him. “What the fuck?”

Faking a pout, he nips my chin. “Don’t act all innocent. I bet if I told you to, you’d suck every single one of us off.”

I scoff and cross my arms, trying to feign confidence even though my bones are shaking with fear. “I don’t think so.” Then I turn and head for the basement door. “I’m going home.”

A hand knotted in my hair stops me. “I have three more hours with you, so do as you’re fucking told.”

Parker spins me round and slaps me across the face with the back of his hand, sending a searing burn across my cheek. My hair falls over my face, and I look up at him.

He just… hit me.

I gulp down my anxiety, not daring to throw anything back at him. I’m not stupid. He’s way taller, and the rest—all ten of them—start to laugh at me. All drugged and drunk and watching me like I’m some whore they paid to fuck.

“Unless you want the world to know your mom sold your virginity to me for five grand, I’d open those pretty little lips of yours and stick out your tongue,” Parker whispers against my ear. “Sit your pretty ass down while I grab us drinks.”

My eyes water, and when Parker and his friends all go grab more drinks, I climb back onto the sofa and slide my phone out, opening Malachi’s contact details and sending him my location.

Screw the consequences.

The location is received, and I don’t have time to send anything else, not even a warning that there are loads of them here, before Parker sits back down beside me.

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