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Both of them chuckled, and I narrowed my eyes, trying to stay hard. They were laughing at me.

“Don’t be an asshole, man,” Damon joked. “Maybe she’s just horny, period. Bitches have needs, too, after all.”

Will breathed out a laugh, and I sat frozen, waiting for my house to appear. What the hell was going on? They didn’t act like this with Michael around, and why wasn’t Kai stepping in like he had every time Damon got out of line today?

I glanced at him in the passenger seat. He remained motionless and silent.

“We’re just messing with you,” Will drawled. “We do it to each other, too.”

I turned, seeing him give me a lazy smile before he closed his eyes.

“You know, the thing about Michael…” Damon went on, cocking his head as he relaxed it against the seat, “he wants you, too. He watches you. Did you know that?” He glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Man, the look on his face when he saw you dancing tonight.”

But I was no longer paying attention. I did a double-take, straightening as I stared wide-eyed out the window.

What the hell? The lanterns from my home and gate flew past the window, and I shook my head, dread knotting my stomach. They passed my house.

“Yeah,” Damon continued. “He never gets that look over a girl. I’d say he was damn close to taking you home and popping that little cherry of yours.”

My breathing turned shallow. “Kai?” I broached, ignoring Damon. “We passed my house. What’s going on?”

“You want to know why he didn’t take you home?” Damon cut in, continuing his one-sided conversation.

And then the locks clicked, and I sucked in a breath, squeezing the door handle. I shot a glance to Will, seeing his head bob as dead weight on his neck. He was passed out.

“He doesn’t like virgins,” Damon finished. “He never wants to be that important to someone, and it’s a lot less complicated to fuck people who know there’s a difference between sex and love.”

“Where are we going?” I demanded.

But he ignored the question. “You saw the girl at the old church today,” he mused. “You liked it, didn’t you?”

I breathed hard, my mouth going dry as we turned down a dark, gravel road.

“You wanted to be her,” he stated. “Pushed down on that floor and fucked…”

My eyes burned, and I could barely breathe, my heart was beating so hard.

“You know why?” he went on. “Because it feels good. And we’ll make you feel so good if you let us.”

I darted my eyes to Kai, unable to stop the shake in my chest. Why was he so quiet?

He wouldn’t let this happen. Please.

“You know,” Damon continued. “When guys let a girl into their gang, there are two ways for her to be initiated.”

He pulled the car to a stop, and I looked out the front windshield, seeing the headlights shining on trees ahead. There were no other lights, and there was nothing out here. It was dark and isolated.

“She either gets beat-in.” He shut off the car, killed the lights, and locked his dark eyes on mine in the rearview mirror. “Or fucked-in.”

I shook my head quickly, clenching my fists. “I want to go home.”

He sucked in a breath through his teeth. “That’s not one of the choices, Little Monster.”

And then he and Kai, together, turned around to pin me with dark eyes.

No.

I immediately grabbed the door handle and began yanking again and again as I started to shake.

What were they doing?

“We can take what we want from you,” Damon warned, opening his door. “One after the other, and no one would believe you, Rika.”

And then he climbed out, and I watched him through my window as he came to my door.

He opened it, and I lurched back, crying out as he pulled me from the car.

Slamming the door shut, he shoved me against the car and pressed his body into mine. I shot my hands up, trying to hit him, but he caught my wrists and held my arms down by my side.

“We’re untouchable,” he stated in a low voice. “We can do whatever we want.”

I breathed so fast my stomach hurt. He was pressing into me too hard, and I could barely get any air in.

Kai came around Damon’s back, having just gotten out of the car. He watched me through his silver mask.

“Kai, please?” I begged for his help.

But he just stood there, silent.

“He won’t help you,” Damon threatened.

And then he forced my hands over my head, pinning them to the car as I cried out.

He came in close, whispering against my forehead. “I’m going to feel so good.” And then he slipped his other hand around my ass, squeezing it and bringing me in to press against his cock. “You know you want to ride this.”

“Damon,” I said, twisting my head away, “take me home. I know you’re not going to hurt me.”

“Oh, yeah?” He got in my face, his lips on my cheek. “Then why have you always been afraid of me?”

I remained silent, knowing he was right. Anytime I’d seen Damon coming down the hall at school, I switched to the other side. The one time I found myself alone with him in the kitchen when I was fourteen, I immediately left.

I had never talked to him before today, and I was right to have kept my distance. It took less than a minute for him to force himself on me in the cathedral this afternoon.

But I held out hope.

For a brief moment tonight, after I’d smashed the glass of the jewelry store and Damon offered the small “thank you,” I thought he might see me differently. Maybe hold a bit of respect for me.

He held my wrists and continued pawing my ass as he left a trail of kisses along my cheek all the way to my ear.

“Damon, no!” I shook my head, fear sinking in as I jerked against his hold. “Let me go!”

But then his lips were on mine, pressing against my teeth, and his goddamn body was everywhere. I couldn’t get out, and I could barely breathe.

I twisted away, crying, “Help!”

“He doesn’t want you,” Damon whispered, ignoring my protest as he brought his hand up to my breast, kneading it roughly. “But we do, Rika. We want you so bad. Being with us will be like having a blank check, baby. You can have anything you want.” And then he bit my bottom lip. “Come on.”

I jerked my head to the side to get away from him. “I’ll never want you!” I growled.

But then I gasped as he grabbed me by the sweatshirt and flung me around, straight into Kai’s arms.

“Kai,” I breathed out, my heart racing as I clutched his sweatshirt and stared up into the dark holes of his eyes.

What was he doing? Why wasn’t he helping me?

“Maybe you want him, then,” I heard Damon say.

Kai’s arms came down around me, and I shot my hands up, pushing away from him.

“Stop!” I yelled and raised my hand back up in the air and came down across his mask.

But all I heard was a laugh as he spun me around and shoved me forward, pushing me onto the ground.

I landed on my hands, pain shooting up my arms as I quickly looked up and spotted the cell phone from Will’s pocket—my pocket—laying several feet away. It must’ve dropped out when I landed.

The damp, cold leaves poked my fingers as I dug them into the wet earth, and my knees were chilled from the ground. I quickly flipped over, trying to keep aware of where they were as I slowly crab-walked backward to get to the phone.

Kai and Damon stood a few feet away, watching me, but then I saw Kai launch and charge straight for me. I yelped as I reached for the phone.

But he landed on me, and I grunted, emptying my lungs as his weight knocked the wind out of me.

“You think you can hurt me, you fucking slut?” he whispered hard in my ear.

“Get off me!” I screamed.

He grabbed the back of my hair and called back to Damon. “Hold her arms!”

“No!” I cried, my stomach shaking as I let out my wail. Despair spread throughout my body, and I began shoving and squirming against him. “Get off!”

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