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After lunch, I left the cafeteria with a coffee in hand. They served Starbucks on campus because these rich assholes had to have the best. Damian and Bastian left the table right after Luca. So I sat there by myself with all eyes on me.
I thought being embarrassed by the Salvatores was the ultimate torture. Turns out, being ignored was much worse. You would have thought I was a leper with how people treated me. Like I wasn’t even good enough to walk the same halls.
As I strolled down the corridor, I spotted Damian and Bastian at their lockers. With their backs turned to me, they didn’t see me coming. Just to be a bitch, I dropped the half full coffee cup on the floor at their feet. The liquid splashed their pants and shiny dress shoes.
“Oops,” I said in a flippant tone. “My bad. I’m so clumsy.”
Damian’s arm shot out in front of me to block my path.
Bastian gritted his teeth and tugged on the loose tie hanging around his neck. “Clean it up. Now.”
“Make me.”
Damian palmed the back of my head and tried to force me to kneel. “Lick the coffee off our shoes.”
I slapped his hand away. “Fuck you!”
“Stick out your tongue, Pet. Or you’ll be sucking my dick instead.”
I slipped out of his grasp and staggered backward into the locker, the cold metal digging into my back. “If you put your dick anywhere near my mouth, I’m biting it off.”
“You’re ours to command.” Bastian smirked. “Ours to break.”
I tipped my head back and laughed. “Not a chance.”
“Fight us,” he taunted. “We like playing with our food.”
I turned to walk away, and Bastian grabbed my arm, molding my back to his chest. “Where do you think you’re going, Cherry? We’re not done with you.”
“I’m not touching either of you. So you might as well quit while you’re ahead. And stop calling me Cherry.”
Bastian took that as a challenge and pinned my arms above my head. Then Damian moved in front of me, his hand traveling up my inner thigh. He shoved up my skirt in the middle of the hallway.
Thankfully, his big body blocked most of the view. It also helped that the Salvatores didn’t allow other students to have a locker on the same wall as theirs. So they didn’t have any nosy neighbors hanging around to get a front-row seat to the action.
My heart raced as Damian slid his hand higher. A whimper escaped my lips, and I hated myself for liking the feel of his skin pressed against mine. His eyes flickered with pure insanity as he bunched the fabric around my hips.
I struggled to get out of Bastian’s grip. That only prompted him to hold me tighter. Without the use of my arms, I only had one move. So I raised my leg and kicked Damian. Except he was faster than me, catching my heel in mid-air. The black pump fell to the floor with a clang.
With my bare foot in his hand, Damian lifted my thigh and hooked it around his back. Bastian’s cock dug into my backside, and when Damian pressed his hard chest against mine, I felt how turned on he was as well. Truth be told, I was pretty soaked for these monsters.
“Damian, stop it,” I said as he pushed my panties to the side.
I heard people’s whispers on the other side of the hallway. The Salvatores’ names floated from their curious lips. Everyone was talking about us. Neither of them seemed to care. They owned this town and everyone in it.
Damian licked his lips, then dragged his long finger down my wet slit to test my slickness. He repeated the same motion a few more times until I moaned.
Oh, fuck.
That was too loud.
When our eyes met, he smirked. “She’s a liar,” he told Bastian, then his gaze moved to me. “Isn’t that right, Pet?” Damian pried my lips open and stuffed his finger into my mouth. “Suck it.”
I tasted myself on his finger, and even though I had never been so humiliated, I did as he said. I couldn’t move with them holding me down with their muscular bodies.
I was completely at their mercy, and I only had myself to blame.