One of his legs lifts over my body until he’s pinning me to the floor with his hips.
“You. Are. Mine,” he repeats, his voice more harrowing than I think I’ve ever heard it before.
He reaches behind his back and produces his knife that he had in the closet last week.
I swallow harshly as fear races through me, my stomach somersaulting uncomfortably, making me think I’m about to puke up my pancakes.
Lifting the knife, he runs the blade straight up the front of my hoodie. The fabric parts in an instant leaving me lying beneath him in just my black lace bra.
The point of the blade connects with my collarbone before he trails it down between the valley of my breasts and down to my belly button.
“The fun we’re going to have, Thorn,” he seethes. “You know, that’s even more perfect. I’ll know that when I fuck you up, I’ll be fucking him over at the same time. I thought it was good that you were that motherfucker’s cousin. But his sister. It couldn’t be fucking better.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I don’t mean for the words to come out loud and when I see his eyes darken with anger, I instantly regret that I couldn’t keep the question inside.
“Me? What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m fed up with that motherfucker walking around like he owns the fucking place. He owns nothing. He has nothing. He is nothing. Just like you. Pointless. Worthless. Nothing,” he spits.
“This school, the team. All of it should be mine. And he is going to learn that when he finds you broken, begging for your fucking life.”
Not that I’ve ever allowed him to see it, but I’ve always been scared of Preston. I learned a long time ago that he’s unhinged. But no previous experience compares to this.
He’s lost all control and the longer this goes on the crazier he’s getting, to the point that I’m starting to believe that I’m not going to get off this roof alive.
My arms ache where they’re pinned behind my back, the loose asphalt cutting into my skin. I try to move but all I achieve is to rub myself against him.
His lips curl in delight.
“I’m going to love fucking you up.”
Placing the knife beside me, his hands drop to the button on my waistband.
He pops it open and wraps his hands around the fabric ready to pull.
I should be screaming, demanding that he stop but I already know it’s pointless.
I might have warned him that Jake is coming, but the reality is that he’s probably not. If he doesn’t read that message and put two and two together as I did then I’m going to end up dying here.
He lifts his weight off me ready to remove my jeans when something catches his eye behind me.
His chin drops and he stills for a beat.
“Ah look, the cavalry has arrived. Are you ready to party?”
My head tilts so I can see who he’s talking about, praying that Jake really is on the same wavelength as me and I find the most incredible sight.
Not only is Jake standing there staring daggers into Preston with his fists clenched tightly at his sides, but behind him, looking equally as furious, is Zayn.
I look between the two of them, waiting for them to move, to discover what they’re going to do.
Time seems to grind to a halt as the four of us stare at each other, waiting to see what the other is going to do.
“Let her go,” Jake barks, dragging his eyes from mine and drilling into Preston.
Zayn, however, doesn’t take his eyes off me. Concern fills them. I understand why, everything hurts right now, I can only imagine how I must look.
“It’s okay,” he mouths but I just shake my head. Something tells me that this is far from over just because they’ve managed to find me.
I’m so glad I sent Jake that screenshot, if I hadn’t... a shudder rips through me. It’s not worth thinking about.
Preston’s grip tightens on the fabric that’s still hanging over my shoulders and I’m hauled to my feet. He presses his front against my back and wraps an arm around my waist, while the other holds the knife he’d previously discarded to my throat. The cold blade presses against my skin and I fight my need to swallow knowing that any movement is going to cause it to cut right through. I saw how easily it sliced my hoodie. Skin is going to be no problem.
I almost expect to find a gun pointing at us, the way he’s using me for protection but when I drag my eyes up, I don’t find any weapons. Just two angry guys’ wide shoulders, puffed out chests, and curled fists.
I wouldn’t want to be Preston when they get their hands on him.
“Give me what I want, and you can have the slut.”
“She’s not a...” Zayn barks.
“Never,” Jake calls, their words melting into one. “Just let her go.”
“Firstly, I think we both know that your sister means more to you than any stupid football team,” Preston spits, his lips brushing my ear and turning my stomach with how close he is. “And secondly, you really need to learn what a little slut your sister is. Right, Zayn?”
Zayn’s teeth grind making his jaw pop but he doesn’t say anything. Jake doesn’t react, making me wonder if he’s actually hearing anything Preston is saying right now or if he’s lost in his own red haze of anger.
“Or do I need to show you the evidence?” His hand slides up my bare stomach before roughly grasping my breast. He squeezes so tight I can’t help a whimper fall from my lips, before he tugs at the lace so hard it rips, exposing me to both of them.
He drops the knife, running it over my collarbone and down to my breast. I whimper again, only I’m not sure if it’s the relief that the knife is no longer at my throat or with fear that he could be about to plunge it into my chest.
He circles my nipple and I do everything I can not to react.
“Aw, see how she loves it. She’s just begging for me to suck her into my mouth.”
Closing my eyes, I allow my head to fall back on his shoulder. But it’s not in pleasure. It’s survival. I can’t look at the reaction on Zayn’s face right now as he watches Preston take what he thinks should be his.
“Let her fucking go,” Jake repeats. “Tell me what you want. We’ll figure something out, just let her go.”
“Nah, not yet. I think we should have some fun first. See how far she’ll go to protect you.”
The knife leaves me but not before it’s sliced through the other cup of my bra. His other hand continues to run over my exposed flesh. His touch burns, sending disgust straight through me. He makes me feel dirty, used, and I hate it.
He trails it down my stomach, hooking it into the waistband on my jeans. The blade cuts into my stomach and I wince in pain.
“Fuck you,” I spit.
“She’s feisty, I’ll give her that. I do love it when they fight back, it really gets me hard.”
I gag when I feel him press his cock into my ass, my eyes flying open and landing straight on Zayn.
Fury covers his face as he watches Preston touch me but the longer this goes on, the more my head pounds and the easier it’s becoming to step away from my own body and just allow it to happen.
I should fight, I know that. But I don’t think I have anything left.
Suddenly we’re moving, my feet are being dragged across the asphalt until we’re on the edge of the building.