“Look who it is, boys.” His voice radiates with smug superiority, and bile shoots up hot and fast to settle in my throat.
I don’t want to look, but I have no choice. I’m plastered to his body, and as he grasps my upper arms, digging his fingers into my sensitive skin, I lift my chin.
Wes’s malevolent gaze meets mine.
“Get the fuck away from me,” I bark, shoving his chest.
He squeezes me even tighter. “You never learn, do you, bitch?”
A few chuckles ring out behind him, and he glances over his shoulder, still keeping a firm hold on me. “Come say hi to our Saturday night entertainment.”
Four guys step forward, eyeing me like I’m their next meal.
I have a horrific feeling I might be.
The short, stocky guy with black eyes to match his black hair checks me out from head to toe. “Sweet body,” he admits with a crooked grin.
“Nice ass,” another guy says from behind. He must have moved around while I was watching the stocky dude. I shriek as two hands grab hold of my ass, squeezing.
“Get your fucking hands off me!” I attempt to wriggle out of Wes’s hold, but the guy at my rear presses into me, shoving me right into Wes’s chest.
A hand brushes the sides of my breasts, and I scream, but the sound is muffled as someone shoves my head in tighter to Wes’s upper body
“Enough.” Wes releases me, suddenly, wrapping his arms around me as if he’s hugging me. “Don’t say a word unless you want me to cut your tits off and feed them to my wolfhound.
“Sup,” he says, as a crowd of guys and girls pass by us. He runs his hand up and down my back in an affectionate gesture, as his friends send surreptitious warning looks my way. A couple of girls narrow their eyes at me while the guys just look amused.
“Fuck,” Wes says, when they’re out of earshot. “If they mention this to Cassandra, she’ll string me up by my balls.”
I’m sure Blondie is well aware of his rep and she turns a blind eye because she wants his ring on her finger and his last name on her passport. She made it clear the way she fawned all over him and his parents at the hotel.
“If she hasn’t found out about all the other sluts, I think you’re safe,” a tall guy with massive biceps says, reaching out and fondling my boob.
“Hands off,” Wes snaps. “It’s too risky out here.” He cups my face, forcing my gaze to his. “But Saturday night, she’s all ours, and you can do what the fuck you want to her.”
“In your dreams, asshole,” I say, hating how my voice quakes.
They all laugh, and someone pinches my ass. Tears prick my eyes, and I push at Wes’s chest. “Let me go, or I’ll scream.”
He grips my face even further, and my lips scrunch up. “Your mom is tripping over herself to make up for the fundraiser. What a naughty little bitch you are, Emily.” He tut-tuts, shaking his head. “She thinks you’re coming over to help me study, Saturday night.”
Another round of chuckles breaks out.
“She’s helping us study, all right,” a lanky guy with dirty-blond hair says.
“Study our cocks,” another idiot says.
“And we’ll be studying every fucking inch of your body,” Wes says, his eyes glinting with dark promise. “And filling every fucking hole,” he adds, grabbing me against him as he thrusts his cock into my stomach.
My stomach lurches violently, and I struggle against his hold.
He pushes me away, and I lose my balance, dropping to my butt on the ground.
The five guys loom over me like a menacing thunderstorm. “See you Saturday, slut.” He spits on the ground by my side. “Don’t bother wearing underwear.” His evil eyes bore into my skull. “You won’t be wearing it long enough to matter.”
9
Adam
