I fucking hate him. I barely know anyone in this school, and they’re trying to make me miserable.
“You interrupted our assertion of power. Lily was under strict orders not to talk to you. And you bust in, upsetting the balance of things. You don’t do that around here without expecting to pay.”
“Pay what, an exorbitant tuition fee?”
“You’ve got a fucking smart mouth for a charity case,” Trey sneers.
“Your school wanted me,” I snap back. My temper is flaring, and I struggle to rein it back in. “I didn’t go seeking you guys out – you did me. A lowly, poorer than shit girl from buttfuck nowhere. And I’m who your preppy little entitled fucking school wants.” I pop off the desk, landing me chest to chest with Emmett. “So remember that when you jerk off to the mirror tonight.”
I ram my shoulder into his, wanting to run for the door but not wanting to seem scared. I can feel knives being dug into my back, but I’m almost to the door, I’ve almost made it when-
WHAM!
The knob is jerked out of my hand. I feel a body press against mine, locking me against the wood. Emmett’s scent floods my nostrils as his hands grip my wrists and pull them above my head. I yelp in pain, but that causes him to grip harder, digging in a way that I know will leave a mark.
“All it takes is one word from me,” he whispers in my ear. His breath tickles. “And you’re gone. You’ll walk these hallways alone, invisible. Your grades here will tank that precious GPA of yours. Your coach will turn a blind eye to the bruises you wear. The colleges you think you can go to? They’ll be warned away. Your life will become nothing if you displease me.”
“Get off me,” I bite out, but he presses against me, securing me tight.
“I can make your life hell, baby,” he murmurs, dragging his lips up my neck. His touch makes my skin crawl.
“I won’t let you.” I try to move again, but it’s like he’s a boulder. I’m strong, but Emmett makes me feel helpless. “You can go ahead and fucking try.”
A dark laugh curls out from his chest. “Oh, I’d love to, baby girl.”
I stay silent, closing my eyes. Just wait it out. Emmett’s face nuzzles next to the sensitive hollow of my ear. A warm breath cascades down my throat, and suddenly his body softens against mine, pressing against me gently, bringing my wrists down, though still clasping them in his hands.
“It seems she likes you,” remarks Vincent, and his tone is amused.
“Maybe,” Emmett says, and his nose trails along the side of my face.
Stay still. I must stay still. I cannot move. Maybe he’ll lose interest if I stop responding. Maybe he’ll just let me go. I squeeze my eyes and fiercely pray he’ll just move on.
I can play dead like a fucking opossum.
I won’t give them the satisfaction o
f a response. I’m done. Even though I feel violated and assaulted, I can still leave with the high ground.
“Let me kiss you again,” he demands, and memories of that day flash back to me. Of the hot press of his lips, the warmth of his invading tongue, the press of his chest against mine. “Let me.”
I can feel his hard length pressed against me, growing larger and harder. It scares me. How helpless I could be if he decided to... But he doesn’t grind into me. Thank god for small miracles.
Ophelia, sit through it. Document it. I go into my head, taking stock of the situation, remembering all that has happened up until this point. Then I’ll report it.
He reads my tense, still body as a no. I almost want to sag with relief when he lets go of my wrists.
“Do you promise to be a good little pet?” he murmurs in my ear.
I want to lash out at him, claw his eyes out, rake my nails through his skin, yank his dick off. A fresh swell of rage courses through me.
I want to hurt him like I have never hurt someone before.
He waits for an answer. I can feel his breath against my neck. Elevated. Quicker. The longer I wait, the more aroused he becomes. His dick is now full-on hard, and because of our position, it’s pressing into my back.
What kind of fucking monster gets off on this?
But I wait, tense, and ready to fight when he tries to pull something. I just want to leave. I almost cry out – please just let me go. I’m scared and I’m done with this fucking game.