“Damon, no!” I shook my head, fear sinking in as I jerked against his hold. “Let me go!”
But then his lips were on mine, pressing against my teeth, and his goddamn body was everywhere. I couldn’t get out, and I could barely breathe.
I twisted away, crying, “Help!”
“He doesn’t want you,” Damon whispered, ignoring my protest as he brought his hand up to my breast, kneading it roughly. “But we do, Rika. We want you so bad. Being with us will be like having a blank check, baby. You can have anything you want.” And then he bit my bottom lip. “Come on.”
I jerked my head to the side to get away from him. “I’ll never want you!” I growled.
But then I gasped as he grabbed me by the sweatshirt and flung me around, straight into Kai’s arms.
“Kai,” I breathed out, my heart racing as I clutched his sweatshirt and stared up into the dark holes of his eyes.
What was he doing? Why wasn’t he helping me?
“Maybe you want him, then,” I heard Damon say.
Kai’s arms came down around me, and I shot my hands up, pushing away from him.
“Stop!” I yelled and raised my hand back up in the air and came down across his mask.
But all I heard was a laugh as he spun me around and shoved me forward, pushing me onto the ground.
I landed on my hands, pain shooting up my arms as I quickly looked up and spotted the cell phone from Will’s pocket—my pocket—laying several feet away. It must’ve dropped out when I landed.
The damp, cold leaves poked my fingers as I dug them into the wet earth, and my knees were chilled from the ground. I quickly flipped over, trying to keep aware of where they were as I slowly crab-walked backward to get to the phone.
Kai and Damon stood a few feet away, watching me, but then I saw Kai launch and charge straight for me. I yelped as I reached for the phone.
But he landed on me, and I grunted, emptying my lungs as his weight knocked the wind out of me.
“You think you can hurt me, you fucking slut?” he whispered hard in my ear.
“Get off me!” I screamed.
He grabbed the back of my hair and called back to Damon. “Hold her arms!”
“No!” I cried, my stomach shaking as I let out my wail. Despair spread throughout my body, and I began shoving and squirming against him. “Get off!”
Kai grabbed my arms and pushed them up over my head, holding my hands to the ground.
Oh, my God. How could he do this?
He reached for my neck with his other hand to hold me still, and tears streamed down the sides of my face.
But then a loud voice pierced the air. “Enough.”
Kai stilled and turned his head.
I continued to squirm under his weight, but I looked down under his arm to see who had stopped him.
Damon stood back with his fists at his side and his eyes narrowed. He charged over, grabbing Kai off me and shoving him away.
And then he dived down, dragging me up by the sweatshirt. “Stop crying,” he ordered. “We weren’t going to hurt you, but now you know that we can.”
He grabbed me by the back of my hair, and I gasped as he brought me in, his warm breath falling across my face. “Michael doesn’t want you, and neither do we. You get tha
t? I want you to stop watching us and stop following us like a pathetic dog begging for someone to notice her.” And then he shoved me away, disdain written all over his face. “Get a fucking life of your own, Rika, and stay the hell away from us. No one wants you.”