If You Dare (Dare 3)

“You,” I answer, biting my lip.

His hands slide up my sides and to my chest. I arch my back and throw my head back, closing my eyes and just soak in the feel of his hands. It’s nice to have someone touch you. Want you. Even if he wants to kill you. It makes things much more exciting. I should have pursued Deke a long time ago.

“Not with your underwear on, you’re not.” He growls.

“Then take them off me,” I tease.

I squeal as he tosses me down beside him and positions himself between my legs. His hands grip my panties, and he pulls them down my thighs before tossing them to the floor.

He leans down, his lips close to mine, and he runs his fingers over the cut on my cheek. “I’m gonna kill him.”

My heart begins to pound at his words. “Why?” I can’t help but ask.

His blue eyes move from the cut to my eyes. His jaw sharpens when he says. “Because he touched you. And I am the only man allowed to touch you.”

I hate that my chest tightens at his words. That someone actually cares for me. But I say, “You mean hurt me?”

His face grows serious, and he lets out a long breath. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“Are you?” I challenge him. That’s not the answer I wanted.

“Of course. I shouldn’t have …”

“It’s okay,” I wrap my legs around his hips.

“It’s not.”

“I wanted to push you the other night.” Shut up drunk, Demi.

He frowns.

I don’t fucking listen to myself. “When I lied to you on the back porch, I wanted to push you to see what you could do.”

His hard and smooth chest rises and falls as he sucks in a long breath. “Why?”

I run my hands up his chiseled abs, ready to lay it all out. Deke loved the lie that was Becky. I keep saying I’m not her. So if he is going to like me, he’s going to fall for the real me. “Because your darkness turns me on.” I watch to see if his expression changes, but it doesn’t. “She wanted to tame you. I want to see what you can do. I wanna see the real you. All of you. I know I could never win against you, Deke, but I don’t want you to hide. Not from me.”

He sits there between my legs not saying a word, and my heart begins to race. Bringing up my sister while we’re lying in bed naked together probably wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had, but I feel like she’s always lingering around us anyway. Like a dark cloud just waiting to pour down on us.

“You’ve seen the real me,” he finally says, and his eyes drop to my neck.

“And I’m still here.” I give him a drunken smile.

His jaw sharpens. “I could have killed you …” He pauses and sighs. “I can’t promise that I won’t hurt you again.”

I almost laugh at that. “Good.” I pull his face down to mine and whisper against his lips, “Now show me how hard you can fuck me.”

“Demi.” He growls my name, his chest vibrating against mine, making my legs tighten around him. His lips trail down my jaw to my neck. I arch it to give him better access. Then I feel him sliding his hand between our bodies. I smile when he grips the base of his already hard dick and pushes into me, making me cry out at the feel of him stretching me. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to him.

His hand slaps over my mouth, and I take a deep breath through my nose. He whispers, “Gotta be quiet, princess. Don’t want them hearing you scream my name.”

I want to roll my eyes at his cockiness, but he begins to move, and my eyes roll back for a different reason.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

DEKE

COLE AND I exit my car and walk up to the small cabin. Cole unlocks it, and we step inside. I stop and look around the living room and entryway. There was a small square table that sat next to the door. It has been knocked over, and the glass covers the hardwood floor. But other than that, there is no sign of a struggle.

I walk over to the coffee table and pick up the cup. It’s full to the brim with what looks like a clear liquid of some sort.

“He left in a hurry,” Cole observes. “He didn’t even bother disposing of the evidence.” Then he walks down the hallway.

I fist my hands and look down at the side of the couch. A Louis Vuitton bag sits on the floor. I reach down and pick it up. Grabbing the drink with my other hand, I walk it into the kitchen and pour it down the sink.

“Hey,” Cole enters the kitchen. “Look what I found in the bathroom?” He holds up a small clear bottle with a blue lid. A piece of tape is on the side of the bottle and written in black Sharpie is GHB.