A Hurt So Sweet Volume Two (Elite of Eden Falls Prep 2)

Dexter laughs, shaking his head.

"Oh, I did so much more than just touch her. I fucked her, Mr. Oakes. I fucked your precious little daughter for the very first time."

"You son of a bitch!" My father's face is so red I'm afraid he might pass out and I'm just watching all this play out helplessly. "You ruined her! She's as good as worthless now, you piece of shit!"

Dexter laughs in his face, and my father gathers all his strength to push the boy away, advancing on me. I cower in the office chair, rubbing my wrists where the belts were placed to restrain me.

"Come on," father spits out at me. "We're fucking leaving."

I manage to pick myself up, hating the fact that I'm completely naked and my father can see every inch of exposed skin. I'm ashamed, embarrassed. The horrible realization of what's happened is finally sinking in and I feel hot tears running down my cheeks, reminding me that this isn't over just yet. My father knows now, so there's no hope of keeping this a secret. And there will be hell to pay for what Dexter has done to me tonight.

Dexter watches us impassively, without saying a single word. I'm ashamed by the need to call out to him, to beg him not to let me go. And before I can stop myself, the words tumble from my mouth, desperate for him to stay. To tell my father he's keeping

me.

"Dexter, don't let him take me away," I beg, my voice hoarse and raspy. "Please don't let him! Tell him you're not allowing this to happen, please."

He just stares at me intently without saying a word, and a new pit opens in my stomach, old wounds coming to life as I realize fucking me has changed nothing for him. He still sees me as a toy and nothing else. Except now, I've already given him what he wanted from the beginning. He has no use for me anymore.

"Goodbye, Pandora," Dexter mutters as my father drags me out of the room.

Hot tears of shame and regret spill down my cheeks, and I hate myself for getting so emotional for a boy who obviously couldn't care less about me. I'm still naked as father drags me through the house. Father doesn't give a damn. When I resist, he makes a fist in my tangled hair and keeps dragging me out of there, not giving a shit what I want.

There's a limo waiting outside, with Kelley standing in front of it. His eyes widen when he takes me in, and I burn up with more shame as he rushes to open the door of the car, and my father stashes me inside. The leather is sticky and cold under my bare skin.

My father is about to slam the door when Dexter appears in front of the house, his cold eyes fixated on mine.

"Wait," he calls out. "You forgot something."

My heart pounds in expectation as he approaches my father. The two men face off. I'm half-expecting one of them to strike the other, but it doesn't happen. Instead, Dex places a tiny scrap of fabric in my father's hand.

"Her panties," he smirks. "They might be a little sticky now. Sorry about that."

I really think my father is about to blow a coronary. My own heart is in tatters at my feet and I'm fucking terrified of what's about to happen next. Father crumples up the piece of fabric in his hand and approaches Dex, slamming his finger into my fiancé’s chest.

"You will not tell anyone about this," he snarls at my husband-to-be. "No one can know what you've done here tonight. It's a secret. If I find out you've told anyone she's not a virgin anymore, you're as good as dead, Booth. You got that?"

Dexter smirks in response without replying. He's got the upper hand now, and we all know it.

My father walks away from him, getting in the car beside me. Kelley closes the car door. Now it's just me and father in the back of the car, and I'm still shivering, naked.

He regards me with a cool gaze and almost looks like he's about to offer me his jacket, but he changes his mind at the last minute.

"I cannot believe you let that boy do that to you," he mutters. "You're a slut, daughter. Nothing but a whore. You know you've fucked up your life now, don't you?"

"I didn't have a choice," I get out through gritted teeth. "He took that away from me."

"Sure," father laughs in my face. "I don't buy it. You're like a bitch in heat, for God's sake."

I burn up with shame as the quiet, tense ride back home begins. Only after several excruciatingly long minutes does my father speak up again.

"You know you've fucked away your Firstborn rights, don't you?"

I press my lips together tightly. Fuck. He's right. Now that I'm no longer a virgin, I won't have the same rights as the rest of them. I've just lost my upper hand. I've just lost... everything.

"Not if nobody finds out," I mutter.

"What, you don't think Booth's going to brag to his buddies about this?" my father shakes his head. "You're delusional if you believe he actually cares about you. The only reason he'll stay quiet is if we make him."