Page 35 of Spin the Damn Bottle

I didn't let him do anything, he took control. He strip away my free will, until I have no choice but to give in. To let go. And I do.

"This is going to be fast, doll. We wouldn't want to be late for PE, now would we?"

Raw lust and need slam into me, twisting my insides. I stop my useless thrashing. I'm done attempting to tell him what to do. Because I want him to keep going. I want him to fuck me right here, though the door is unlocked and anyone could walk in. Probablybecauseof that.

Jason obliges my unspoken request, hips slamming into me again and again. The desk squeaks in protest under me, inching away from the onslaught. "Fucking hell, doll. You're drenched."

I really am.

His hands are on my breasts, one moment caressing them softly, the next, squeezing, pinching. Then his mouth wraps around my nipple and he runs his maddening tongue around the lobe.

"Aahh!" He's pumping in and out of me faster, and harder, and my body jerks as I edge closer and closer to release. I need more. "Please."

"You want to come, Nadia?"

I nod eagerly.

"You want me to make you come when you keep saying we don't belong together, that you're fine without me?" He chuckles, punishing me with three deep, punitive thrusts. "I don't think so."

He straightenshis spine, withdraws his cock out from me, and as I stare openmouthed, puts his hand on his cock and jerks it hard, once, twice, then a third time. He comes all over my exposed stomach with a grunt.

I stare, frozen in shock, then I start screaming. "Oh, you fucking didn't, you piece of shit!"

"I did." He winks, pulling his trousers up. "You didn't."

"Grrrr!" I stand, indifferent to the fact that I'm mostly naked. "You're never touching me again. Ever!"

"You should at least attempt not to talk nonsense. I'd pay more attention to what you say if you don't, you know."

I want to slap him.

"My pretty dolldoesn't like when she's denied orgasms, now does she?"

"Go the fuck away," I seethe.

I'm pulling my tights up, only to find the fucking dick tore them midthighs. I snarl some more. My shirt is toast, so I tie it at the waist and shut my blazer.

Instead of leaving,Jason closes in on me, wrapping his arms around me from the back. "Well, I don't like being ignored. I don't like you pretending to be indifferent to us. Oh, I know you're lying, doll. To me, to yourself. I still fucking hate it. And it's high time you're punished for it."

"Who the fuck do you think you are?"

He kisses the side of my face. "Yours."

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

I give up.

When Jason comes to my room after football, I let him. I'm doing my homework, and he joins me for a time, before the touching and the kisses start. Then he makes up for not letting me come at lunch. Three times. We head out to dinner together with the guys. It's nice. More than nice. But I feel so many eyes on me, and I start to grow paranoid. Oh, they're all looking, but at least one of them wants to do a lot more.

As the days pass, I try to relax a little, although the staring never abates.

At the start of the school year, the school bullied me because of Jason. Now, half of them worship me. The other half hates my guts.

On Valentine's Day, I receive an enormous bouquet of two dozen roses at lunch. I roll my eyes at Jason. "What am I going to do with those all day?"

He stares at the flowers like they're a swarm of wasps.

I redirect my attention to the roses and pull out a black card. Other than the florist's logo, there's only one word.Soon.