I pull against his grip, but his fingers tighten like a vice. He’s easily twice the size of me.
He shuts the door behind us, closing me into his room.
Chapter 9
Joseph Beaumont’s room is easily the size of the house I used to share with my mom.
It has a kitchen, a sitting area, a giant Cal King bed, and he has a private bathroom, which is the only thing I’m truly jealous of. Joey drags me toward the bed and I go with him begrudgingly. I’m waiting for him to let my wrist go, and then I’ll make a run for the door. I size Joey up and I know, without a doubt in my mind, that he would have no problem sexually assaulting me. His drug use makes him a bit of a wild card, so I don’t know how hard he would fight me if I tried to shake him off. I could scream, but I don’t think that would work all that well. The walls in the dorms are pretty thick, the other boys are probably at the party, and even if someone heard me, it’s likely they wouldn’t want to take on the psychotic Beaumont sibling for a poor scholarship student.
I’m on my own.
Joey sits and pulls me down next to him. His eyes are still dancing wildly around the room, bouncing off everything they touch. “Have you ever been fucked on a mattress that costs more than a Bentley?”
I jerk away from him when his lips touch my ear. What a dumb question. I’d never tell him I am a virgin. I won’t hazard a guess about what he’d do if he found out. I decide to just be honest with him, and if he attacks me, I’ll have to take my chances with my knife.
“I’m not fucking you.”
He chuckles and kisses my neck. I cringe away from the feeling. His fingers are still tight on my wrist, tight enough that I can feel the bones grinding together and I know it’s pretty close to snapping. My fingers start tingling. Writing assignments will be a bitch if he breaks it. I slip my fingers into my pocket and grip my knife, but I don’t pull it out just yet. I give it one last try.
“Joey. I’m not having sex with you. Let me go.”
He grunts and rips my arm until I sprawl backwards onto the bed and covers me with his own body. The hand I have wrapped around the handle of my knife is trapped between our bodies, and I can feel his erection digging into my thigh. Instinct tells me to scream, but I choke it back. I put the scared fifteen-year-old girl into a box and I let the Wolf take over. The Wolf is calm and patient and can wait for the right moment to go for his throat.
“Just lay still. You might find you have less trouble at this school once you’ve been fucked by me.” His lips crush into mine, and I can feel his tongue come out and force its way into my mouth.
I’ve never been kissed before.
It’s disgusting.
I might never kiss a guy again, if it’s always like this.
I arch my back deliberately and he purrs at me, obviously thinking I’m melting for him. It gives me just enough room to pull the knife out of my pocket and press it against his groin. I’m aiming for his femoral artery, but I know he’s more worried about his dick when he pulls away and gapes down at me. There’s a comical look on his face, and I know it's only there because the cocaine has taken hold.
“Get off me.” I say softly. The vein in his neck is flicking, his blood pumping like crazy. He’s frozen for a second, just staring down at the knife pressed against the hard line of his dick.
He finally releases my wrist and stumbles back. I can see the high is really setting in, and for once in my life I’m glad he’s taken the cocaine. I don’t want to think about how he would fight back if he were lucid. He runs a hand over his face and laughs.
“Fuck it. It’s not like I need the money, I was just hoping for the bragging rights.”
Money? Bragging rights? What the hell was he going on about? I shoot him a glare and raise the knife toward him as I edge around him toward the door. Maybe Ash had been right, maybe I should have taken his warnings a little more seriously. Clearly, Joey is more than psychopath. He’s also deranged. “What the hell are you going on about? I wasn’t going to give you money.”
He laughs again, and I flinch at the cruel edge to it. “My family earns more money in a minute than your worthless bloodline ever has, so clearly I didn’t mean your money. If you fuck me, I’ll win the sweep.”
“What fucking sweep?”
He smirks and stands up. His pants have a clean cut in them from my knife, and I can clearly see the outline of his erection in his dark boxers. A dark thrill of panic shoots through my blood, and I look back up at his face quickly.
“First to fuck you gets the sweep. There’s currently a hundred and forty grand on the line, and it’s climbing daily. I thought it would be worth a quick fuck even if you are Mounty trash.”
A hundred and forty grand?!That’s more than four times the amount my mom used to earn in an entire year at the docks, and these pompous dicks are throwing it around on a stupid bet? I see red. I see so much red that I think about slapping his handsome, cruel face. I think about stabbing him too, but then I count down slowly from five until my vision clears. This boy is way too dangerous for a scholarship girl to mess with without a plan. If I want to end him, I’ll have to be more subtle about it.
And now.
Now I want to end him.
The walk back to the girls’ dorm is much more tense now that I don’t have a rich dickhead to clear the path from teachers. I have to duck and weave, and I find myself thankful that Hannaford is a big, old, castle-like building with lots of alcoves and statues to hide behind. I sigh with relief when I make it, and sneaking past the other freshman’s rooms is easy. I get to the sitting area across from my room when I see Avery straddling some guy and making out with him like she’s starving for oxygen, and he’s the best option she’s got.
I don’t have the problem I did with Harley, and I sprint to my room. Once I’m safely locked inside, I give myself a minute to freak out about Joey and how close I came to something terrible happening. When the minute is up, I change into my pajamas and climb into my bed.
