He pulls back from me as if I’ve slapped him. He grips my upper arm, his fingers digging into my sensitive skin, and yanks me out of line to drag me behind the vendor trailer. People walk around with their faces painted like skeletons, and girls flaunt their bodies in little costumes to show the sluts they really are, but no one pays us any attention.
I giggle. A speaker on the back of the trailer plays “My Demons” by Starset. “Round two …?”
He shoves my back into the trailer so hard that it takes my breath away for a second and cuts off my words. Pressing his body into mine again, he places both hands flat against the truck on either side of my head. His blue eyes cloud over like a storm moving in on a sunny day and darkening the world. His lips thin, and his chest rumbles against mine with a growl.
A slow warmth runs up my spine and neck, making me hot even though the night air is cool. Deke Biggs has a side I actually like. Who would have known? My eyes drop to the black belt around his dark jeans, and my fingers itch to undo it just to see how far he’d let me go now that he knows I’m not my sister. I have a feeling I wouldn’t have to push him much. My eyes find his again.
“Want me to please you this time?” I lick my lips.
“You will keep your mouth shut!” he orders, ignoring my question. “About what you heard me and Becky talking about. And what we just did!”
I give him a slow and innocent smile and decide to push him. How much will it take before he snaps? “How are you gonna keep me from running my mouth, Deke?” Lifting my right hand, I run my finger down his shirt. He’s shaking with anger, and his muscles flex. Fuck, his body is as hard as a rock. I bite my bottom lip and lower my hand to cup his limp dick over his jeans. He doesn’t budge and just goes still as a statue like a minute ago when we were in line. “Gonna fuck it?”
“Jesus!” he hisses. Stepping away from me, he turns away, giving me his back, and grips his dark hair.
A girl dressed as a slutty Little Bo Peep walks by and eyes him up and down while she holds the hand of a guy dressed as the Grim Reaper. Deke doesn’t even look at her. All of his attention is on me, even if he isn’t looking my way. I’d bet anything he’s thinking about what we did when he thought I was Becky. Would he do it again now that he knows it was me? Absolutely not. And that thought disappoints me.
I smile at the look of him. So undone. Nothing like the pathetic boy who fell to his knees for my sister. “Afraid I can’t keep a secret …”
He spins back around, and his hand wraps around my neck, cutting off my words before I can finish. “You’ll keep your goddamn mouth shut ’cause I told you to,” he growls.
His face is so close to mine that if I puckered my lips, I’d kiss him. I can still smell the cinnamon on his breath from his gum. My thighs tighten, remembering the way he kissed me back in the haunted house. He was rough and unapologetic, and I liked it. He thought I was Becky, and he was angry with her. He meant to hurt her, and that turned me on.
Hurt me, Deke.
“Demi!” He barks out my name when I don’t acknowledge his order.
Slowly, my eyes look over his sharp jaw and parted full lips. He’s so full of rage he’s panting. I think the guy wants to snap me in half. I wonder what it would feel like to have him on top of me, holding me down and fucking me. I’ve heard him fuck my sister, but I thought she was faking it. She’s always been a good actress.
I could be better.
“Demi, I swear to fucking God …”
My eyes finally meet his, and his words cut off. My heart begins to pound as I stare into the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. But Deke Biggs is more than just a pretty boy. There’s a darkness that covers him in madness and lust.
I feel it.
I see it.
I want it.
My silence pisses him off more, and his hand tightens around my throat, restricting my airway.
I don’t fight him. His anger just turns me on, making my already soaked thong even more so. I always thought he was too soft for Becky. The kids in Collins feared the sharks, but that was because of Cole. They were all capable of terrifying things, but Deke and Becky? He was a pussy when it came to her. It was pathetic. Maybe she didn’t challenge him. Not like I can. She held him back when I would set the monster free.