Corrupt (Devil's Night 1)

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.