Red Thorns (Thorns Duet 1)

“It’s a perfectly adequate one.”

“I just can’t wrap my mind around the fact that you want all this depravity with me when you have the entire campus at your beck and call.”

“The entire campus don’t make me horny as fuck after a newbie blowjob. You do. So how about you step down from your high and mighty tower and come down to my level?”

“So I can service you?”

“Among other things.”

“In an alternative reality, maybe.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I totally do. Does hearing me say no bruise your superstar ego?”

“This isn’t about my ego, it’s about yours.”

“Oh, give me a break.”

“It’s true.”

“Are you telling me that if I say no, you’ll leave me alone?”

“No.”

“There. Your ego is bruised and you’ll force me to bend to it.”

“I told you, I find no pleasure in taking without consent. In fact, I’m more interested in fighting for it. Guess what? You just gave me a reason to fight, baby, and I won’t leave you alone.”

My chest swells at the meaning behind his words. It shouldn’t. Yet a part of me can’t stop the urge clawing at the walls of my heart.

The voices of the coach, Reina, and Prescott rise in volume from the adjoining room and that manages to shake me a little out of my stupor.

“Leave for now,” I whisper.

“Remove the towel.”

“If they find you here…”

“My family name will take care of me, and you, if you play it smart.”

“This is coercion.”

“Not if you don’t want to. You can open those pretty lips and call for the coach, cause unnecessary drama, or you can give us what we both want and drop that fucking towel.”

When his fingers slowly peel from around my throat and he steps back, a part of me feels as hollow as the deserted lockers.

For some reason, when he was clutching me by the neck, I was in a trance similar to when I was at the forest. One where I could let go and not have to worry about the consequences.

Now, it’s gone and I want it back

At any price.

Sucking in a deep intake of air, I unclench my fingers from around the towel and let it fall down my body. My nipples peak at the slight contact with the cool air and I shudder.

Sebastian tilts his head to

watch me and I keep my hands at my sides, even if every part of me screams at me to hide.