I frown at his back when he walks across the room, smiling at some chick I don’t know. I don’t know what I expected out of him but pulling the girl against his side and disappearing with her down the hallway toward his room while she peers up at him like she’s just won the fucking lottery, is not it.
“Tough break.”
I look over to see that Legs has taken TJ’s vacated spot beside me on the couch. I don’t bother with a rebuttal. This chick hates me for the very same reason I hate the girl TJ just took off with.
“If you stick around long enough, you’ll understand that none of these men are faithful.”
“Speak for yourself,” Briar, TJ’s sister’s boyfriend, says from the other sofa. Molly beams at his declaration and snuggles deeper into his side. They are fucking adorable, and a doting man is exactly what Molly needs. I have no interest in it, but a man that would just get up and walk away from me to fuck another girl isn’t on my list of things that are okay either.
Anticipating that Legs is going to sit there and continue to taunt me, I grab two shots off the table in front of me and down them before standing and walking away.
“You need to leave her alone,” I hear Molly chastise, but the energy is wasted on me. I won’t be around long enough for it to even matter.
My phone is in my hand, typing on the Uber App before I make it to the front door. Waiting by the front gate for my ride away from this place seems like a much better idea than sitting beside TJ’s last fuck buddy and listening to her regale me with stories of all the ways he’s fucked her and hundreds of other women.
I’m attacked from behind before I can even understand what’s happening. Two strong hands hold me while another set ties something around my eyes. I don’t think to scream. For a long moment, I think someone is playing a joke on me. TJ said I was safe here. He assured me more than once nothing would happen to me at the Ravens Ruin clubhouse. I belong to him, and that the men here respected that.
As if reading my mind, the man behind me speaks. “TJ doesn’t want you anymore. That means you’re fair game.”
My heart rate spikes as my mouth opens on a scream. I don’t know if it’s hearing that I’ve been cast aside by TJ, or the fact that these guys are going to hurt me, but agony washes over me.
A meaty hand covers my mouth, and my first instinct is to bite down. The man behind me howls in pain, losing his grip on me enough that I’m able to struggle away from them.
“She fucking bit me!” he roars.
“Get her to the garage,” another man says from my left.
I’ve been in that garage before, and the memory makes my blood run cold. At the same time, isn’t this exactly what I’ve been looking for? Wasn’t I desperate to get away from TJ only moments ago, so I could put myself in this exact situation at one of the frat houses that never seem to let me down?
I spend too long analyzing and not enough time running because I’m scooped up, one person grabbing my upper body and the other wrapping strong arms around my legs. I’m swept up off the ground and carried. It seems like an eternity and mere seconds at the same time, until my feet are released. I fight them as two hands reach for my arms and pin them behind my back. A second later, they’re tied so tight tingles run down my palms.
“I don’t know why you’re fighting.” Whiskey scented breath fills my nostrils. “We saw how TJ fucked you in front of everyone. Seems like you were made for this.”
“Admit it, Envy. You were made to take cock.”
“I can’t wait to see what all the fucking fuss is about.”
Brash, cruel voices surround me, and I have no clue how I’m going to walk away from this unscathed. Things are different now. I’m not drugged. I didn’t hand pick these people. I didn’t have a hand in setting this up. It may be what I was longing for, but this is a far cry from the situations I’ve willingly put myself in before.
“First, she’s going to suck my cock.”
The only sound I hear over my harsh breaths is the release of a zipper before a rough hand grips my hair and forces me clumsily to my knees. I can’t focus on the pain radiating up my legs from the impact with the knowledge of what is going to happen to me.
The whiskey breath is back, breathing down my neck. “You bite me, and I’ll slit your fucking throat.”