I squeal, but he’s too quick. Before I know what’s happening, I’m inside the dark room with my back pressed up against the door and his hard and hot body pressing into me.
“Ruby?” Justin shouts through the door, his fist raining down on the solid wood.
My heart thunders in my chest but with his body burning into mine and his scent filling my nose, I fear that with the amount of alcohol filling my veins it might not be fear that’s fuelling my response to him.
“Get rid of him,” Ashton demands.
I swallow down my apprehension and do as he says.
“It’s fine, Justin. I’ll come and find you in a bit.”
Ashton growls at my words and presses harder against me.
“O-okay.” Justin’s voice is full of disappointment, and I hate myself that I don’t care at that very moment. I was using him, I knew that. I’m pretty sure he knew that too, but clearly, he wasn’t done.
“You’re teasing me, little one.”
“And you’re stalking me. No one wants you here, Ashton.”
“Is that right,” he growls in my ear. “So you weren’t imagining me when you were dancing with him? You weren’t wishing it were my hands pinning your ass against my cock as you moved?”
I shake my head as his hands descend my body before mimicking his words, only we’re face to face and his cock isn’t pressed against my ass, his hard length is pressing into my stomach.
“Ashton.” His name is meant to come out as a warning, but it sounds anything but, even to my own ears.
His lips brush the shell of my ear and my entire body erupts in goose bumps at his simple touch.
“Did he make you feel like this, little one? Did he make you as wet as you are for me right now?”
“I’m not—”
“You really going to argue with me?” he asks, amusement filling his voice. “You’re forgetting that I know your body, little one.” His lips trail down my neck until his teeth graze my collarbone. The scratch of pain does nothing to help the situation I’ve found myself in.
I should push him away, I know this. My brain is screaming at me to do it, but my body... my body is currently playing by an entirely different set of rules. Ones that he’s in control of.
“This dress...” he murmurs as he licks across the swell of my breast. “Mmm.” His eyes flash up to mine, but despite the darkness of the room, I see the anger swelling within them.
Even in my drunken, lust-filled haze, I’m with it enough to know that this isn’t about Ashton’s need for me, it’s about his need to hurt me.
I’m under no illusion that I’m going to walk out of this room feeling satisfied and fulfilled, I already know it’s going to be the opposite but right now, I’m not sure I’m strong enough to stop him.
I can battle with him as well as anyone else, but the second he lays his hands on me, all bets are off, and he damn well knows it.
“What were you trying to achieve with that cocksucker, huh?”
“N-nothing,” I stutter as he wraps his fingers around the top of my dress.
“So you weren’t grinding your ass into him for my benefit?”
“You shouldn’t be here. What I do tonight, or any night, shouldn’t be any of your concern.”
“Were you going to fuck him?” His voice is low, his words cold.
“So what if I was?”
“You really are just a little cheer slut, aren’t you?”
“Think what you like. I don’t have to answer to you.”
“Is that right?”
I gasp as he pulls the fabric of my dress down, exposing my bra.
My chest heaves, my nipples pressing against the padding covering me.
“Because the way I see it right now, is that you need something from me—”
“Bullshit. I don’t need anything from you.”
“Oh really?” He chuckles, it’s so low that it should terrify me, and in some way I guess it does, but mostly, I just feel a rush of heat bloom between my legs.
Fucking vodka.
“Because I think right now, you need more from me than you can admit.” His hand sneaks around my back and in a beat, my bra falls away from my body.
“Oh shit,” I gasp as his hot mouth captures one of my nipples. His teeth bite down hard before his tongue laves at the burning pain.
My fingers curl into fists at my sides, my need to reach for him almost too much to bear.
“Hmm.” His voice vibrates all the way down my body. “Exactly as I thought. Just a little cheer slut.”
He takes a step back, leaving me feeling cold and used.
His eyes trail down the length of me and back up until he catches my narrowed gaze. My eyes fly up to cover myself, but his barked words stop their progress.
“No.”
The light seeping in from the backyard illuminates his profile, allowing me to see the evil smirk that plays on his face.
Our stare remains as he lifts a bottle to his lips and swallows down a couple of mouthfuls.
“I should fuck you right here, prove just how worthless you really are.”
His harsh words make my breathing catch.
“But I think that might be too easy, even for you. Plus, I kind of want to see that guy try to fill my shoes when I’m done with you.”
“You’re a prick, Ashton.”
“Oh.” He laughs, drinking more. “I know. I never pretended to be anything else, little one. Or did you forget about my first visit?”
Images from Halloween night flash in my mind like a movie.
“I didn’t. Kind of impossible when I’ve got the evidence of you laid out for me like a good little girl on my cell.”
“Y-you’re lying,” I state, possibly a little too confidently.
“You think?”
My lips part to tell him that he is, but the words die on my tongue.
What if he’s not?
The room starts to spin as reality pushes its way through my drunken haze.
He might have naked pictures of me on his cell.
Holy shit.
My breathing increases as panic begins to take over, but before I allow it to consume me, he’s back right in front of me with his hand around my throat.
“You want to try me, see what will happen?”
I shake my head, knowing that if he is telling the truth, I can’t allow him to let them out in public. I want to be Rosewood’s next cheer captain, not the laughingstock of the school and labeled as the new ultimate cheer slut.
“Good, girl.” His eyes bore down into mine as our breaths mingle. His gaze lowers for a beat to my lips and for a second I think he’s going to kiss me but then he totally ruins the fantasy by saying something that damn near gives me whiplash. “Take your panties off.”
“W-what?” I balk.
“Take. Your. Panties. Off.”
“Who says I’m wearing any? ASHTON!” I squeal as his hands slide up my thighs, taking my dress with it until his fingers wrap around the thin bit of lace at my hips and he tugs until the sound of them ripping fills my ears.
I’m still trying to get my head around what happened when he stands back, his eyes zeroing in on the juncture of my thighs.
“Good luck forgetting about me for the rest of the night.”