Page 30 of Darkest Obsession

“Are you blackmailing me?” he snarls. There’s something off about his raspy voice. It occurs to me that he may be disguising it. I squirm again and throw my elbow to no avail.

I can’t answer the idiot because he has his hand over my mouth. My response comes out all muffled and he takes his hand away.

“Scream and I’ll hurt you.”

It’s the same voice as before but this time I have a name on the tip of my tongue. Who the hell is this?

My heart pounds a million miles a minute.

“Who are you?”

“Turn around and I’ll hurt you,” he growls. His chest heaves against me and I feel the washboard abs pressing into my back. My attacker must be ridiculously strong. If I want to get out of here, I’ll have to fight and fight hard.

“Who are you?” I snap more forcefully, wriggling again, but still failing to free myself.

“You know who I am. You sent the email. You figured it out.”

“Sent what?” I hiss, throwing my elbow again. He doesn’t budge and his muscles hurt my elbow when I slam into them. My heart races faster. He’s the same guy as before, I know it, but why the fuck is he so determined to mess with me?

“Fuck’s sake, Clover. Don’t lie to me…”

“I don’t know who you are! Now let go of me!”

“I can’t. I can’t let you see me.”

He’s holding me so tightly that even if I wanted to, I couldn’t turn around. I can’t recognize the voice, but if I saw his face, this little game would be over. I would have more than enough to go to the headmaster with and whichever boarding school fuck boy is responsible for this wouldn’t get away with just a slap on the wrist.

I kick my attacker’s thighs again, but he just grunts and edges his hips forward. Fury shoots through me as I feel that thing jutting from between his thighs.

“I’ll tell as soon as you let go of me.”

“No, you’re not,” he says. “Because if you talk about this, Clover, I’ll make your life a living hell. I promise you that.”

“I don’t have anything to do with you. Just let me go.”

“Oh, I will,” he whispers. “But I need assurances that you won’t talk.”

He reaches his hand into the front of my sweatpants and he covers my mouth again so I can’t scream. He doesn’t push his hand into my underwear, but he boldly runs his fingers along the outside.

“I want your knickers.”

My throat tightens. What is it with the white guys here and their trophies?

“Who are you?” I mumble into his hand.

“Matter of fact,” he whispers. “I want you to take your clothes off entirely and once you’re naked, I’m going to cover your eyes and you’re not to open them until you count to 100.”

He removes his hand from my mouth, but keeps the other in my pants, holding me against him by my crotch. The apex of my thighs throbs unwillingly against his hand. No. I don’t want to feel anything. Not like this and certainly not from the way he’s invading my space.

“What happens if I don’t listen? One look at your face and you’ll be expelled.”

His fingers move gently outside my underwear and he grabs me closer to his body possessively.

“I’m going to kill you,” he whispers, pushing a dreadlock away from my neck and kissing me. “If you don’t listen, babe… I’m going to fucking kill you.”

Chapter Thirteen

Thomas