ChapterThirteen
Alex
My shoulders are sore from working out. Coach Neill laid it on thick after I attacked her, showing me various strategies that will keep me protected while I swim through these shark-infested waters. Practicing my punches and avoiding the four boys set to destroy my self-esteem is all I have in my back pocket.
And I’m quickly running out of options.
I’m the only one in the hallway when Parker twists his fingers into my shirt and drags me into the empty locker room. Even the small window on the other side of the tiled floor reveals that Coach Neill isn’t in her secondary office. Fear mounts in my gut as Parker shoves me against a collection of metal lockers, the doors clanging with the impact.
With eyes that wild, I can’t imagine he’s about to profess his love for me.
“You bitch,” he growls while hovering inches from my face. “You jacked off Tomas and then you blew Lev—do you think this is a game?”
My jaw clenches as I clutch his hand that still fists the front of my shirt. “Isn’t that how you’re treating it?”
“You’re going to give me both right now, Alex.”
“Or what?”
He growls, the heat of his skin burning even though he isn’t pressed against me. The bottom of my stomach opens up and my legs shudder as he lifts me by my shirt. “When you marry me, you’ll spend every night on your knees taking whatever I feel like giving you. Is that clear?”
My lower lip quivers while I hold his gaze. He’s beyond serious, his pupils blown so wide that I’m sure they’re about to swallow his eyeballs. Shivering uncontrollably, I shakily reach for his belt, hoping my compliance at least earns me the right to stand on my feet.
And I’m surprised when it does.
“It doesn’t take much,” he teases in a husky voice as I pluck his cock from his pants. His eyelids shudder as I stroke his shaft. “You’re just as easy as Soren said you were.”
“I thought Lev said that,” I bite. “Or am I right about you having only two brain cells?”
He snatches my chin and squeezes, forcing my tongue out of my mouth. My knees crack when he forces me to the ground, shoving his cock between my lips with a sharp hiss. One hand rises to steady himself on the lockers as the other remains tight around my chin. Drool dribbles from my mouth, slithering down my neck and soaking the collar of my shirt.
I gag when he thrusts.
“You can’t be serious.” My eyes snap to the left, where Tabitha stands with her arms crossed over her chest. “I literally told you I would blow you anywhere, Parker. How does this bitch get to be your toy when I can give you anything you want?”
Parker growls when I shove on his thighs. Saliva coats my chin and I make no move to wipe it away, standing to meet Tabitha’s height. “How is it,” I mimic mockingly, “that everywhere I go, you follow? Are you stalking me or something?”
“In your dreams, you whore.”
“No, Tabitha. If I was dreaming of you, they would be fucking nightmares.”
She screeches while lunging for me, trying to lock her hands around my throat. This is where my training comes in handy, my arms popping in front of me as if I’m about to pray and my locked fingers nailing her right under her chin. She gasps as her head bounces toward the lockers.
“Guess you didn’t get enough,” I taunt while grabbing her hair. “Are they still cleaning your blood off the docks?” I slap her cheek, cringing when her hands fly up to swat my face.
We’re reduced to slapping and squeaking, the sound of us fighting echoing in the locker room. When I pull her hair, she claws my neck. Each time she goes to pinch my nipples through my shirt, I grab her tank top and yank it down, revealing her tits. I slap her left tit, smiling when the skin reddens and she howls.
Parker pants behind us. Glancing back at him presents me with an image I won’t soon forget. He stands stiffly with his shoulder propped into a locker while his hand flies over his cock. The look of concentration on his face doesn’t falter as he motions for me to approach him.
“Alex,” he growls. “Take off your shirt.”
“Fuck you.”
He shakes his head, swallowing hard before saying, “Not a fair fight if Tabitha’s nipples are exposed and yours aren’t.”
“He’s right,” Tabitha agrees while yanking my shirt up. “It’s only fair.”
I try to swat her hands away, my self-defense going out the window when she snaps off my bra. While backing away, I stumble over my own sneakers, flailing as I try to catch myself on something. Hard metal catches me—but not without causing a massive headache to flare up.