Authors: Monica Alexander
I fought to stay in control as
I watched the expression on his face change from one of surprise to one of excitement. “I like virgins,” he said then, and I realized he wasn’t getting it.
He shifted so he was fully on top of me and thankfully removed his finger, but then he began to rub his hardness between my legs, pressing against me violently.
“Carter. Don’t. Seriously,
” I said
getting pissed that he wasn’t listening to me.
“Come on, baby,” he said. “Let me feel you. Let me inside.”
“
No, I don’t want to do that
,” I said
firmly, but I was well-aware that my voice was wavering just enough for him to know how vulnerable I felt in that moment.
His entire body weight was on top of me, after all.
“Well
,
I do,” he said, and it was the fi
rst time in my life I’d ever been
so exposed to a guy without feeling perfectly safe. I longed to be back in
Garrett
’s hotel room. A
s awkward as that experience was, at least I knew he’d never hurt me.
And neither would Jase,
a voice in the back of my mind
told
me.
“No,”
I said firmly, wondering if Carter had
ever heard that word in his life.
Instead of responding how I wanted him to, he only pressed
against me harder
, the firmness of his erection, pushing
between my legs
. I didn’t want him that close. I wanted him to get off me. The full weight of his body was smothering me, and I didn’t have a chance in hell of pushing him off. He was much stronger than me, and I think he wanted me to know that. He wanted me to know that he was in control.
“It’
ll be fine,” he cooed in my ear
as
he shifted and
inserted a finger back inside me. I tried to keep my legs together to deny him access, but he’d forced his way in. “You’ll love it. Let me show you how amazing sex with me can be.”
“I don’t want to,” I insisted
determinedly
, gritting my teeth
. “Please Carter.”
I wanted to appeal to his rational side – if he even had one.
He had
to know I didn’t want to go any further
, and I hoped if he knew I was serious that he’d come to his senses and back
the fuck
off. At that point, I just wanted to
knee him in the balls,
leave the pool house and get back to my friends.
“It’ll be great, baby,” he said,
ignoring me as his breath came
faster and
he rubbed himself against my bare leg.
Before I could stop him, he
pulled his finger out of me, but only so he could reach between my legs and rip
my panties off, the lace tearing
easily
in his strong fingers.
He took a few minutes to gaze down at what he’d exposed, licking his lips lecherously,
his
eyes gleaming.
Then his fingers moved to the button on his jeans. As soon as I heard the zipper come down, I started to cry,
unable to maintain my tough, in-
control façade. I was
so terrified and alone, wishing Ethan would come bursting through the door to save me, but of course, he didn’t know where I was. I hadn’t seen him in a few hours
, and I was pretty certain he would never dream that his friend would be attempting to violate me in the way he was intending
.
God dammit!
I was pissed at myself.
“Carter, stop,” I begged, tears streaming down my face, as he inserted two fingers inside me and began pumping harder, all while grinding h
is ever-hard erection against my leg
. We were now only separated by the cloth of his boxer briefs
, and I felt the wetness of his pre-cum against my bare skin
.
“Come on, Logan, you
’ll
like this,” he coaxed, as if telling me that would suddenly change my mind. I hated hearing my name on his lips.
“No, I don’t
want to
,” I insisted, wiggling infinitesimally beneath him. I tried to push him away with my hands, pressing on his shoulders, but
it
didn’t do any good.
In a swift motion, he moved my hands above my head and pin
ned them down with one of his
, gripping my wrists firmly
.
His other hand pulled out of me
and moved to tightly grip my jaw.
“Don’t fight it.
It’ll al
l be over soon,” he breathed in
to my left ear
, clearly and firmly
.
I twisted my head
as much as I could to get away from the hot, wet feel of his words
, as
I continued to try to move
under his weight, but it was no
use, he was too strong.
I tried to knee him in the groin from below, but I couldn’t get my knee out from under his leg.
“
Don’t move
!” he
cautioned. “Don’t fight this. I’m going to take what I want. What you promised me.”
“I didn’t promise you shit,” I said
, anger overtaking me
,
as I did
my best to squirm away from him
.
“Give me a break. You’ve been asking for it all night. And now I’m going to give it to you.”
“Fuck you!” I said, spitting in his face.
He was stunned for a second before he
reeled back and slapped me hard across my face.
My head whipped sideways from the full force of the blow
as the
wind
pulled out of my chest.
I coughed, a
s I tried to draw a breath in.
The side of my face stung as an unpleasant w
arm feeling spread through it, and m
y eye felt like it might explode.
I ke
pt my head turned to the side.
I didn’t want to look at him.
I didn’t want to see his face as he violated me and took from me something I didn’t want to give him.
“Help!”
I screamed, hoping someone passing by might hear me. “Help me!”
His hand clamped firmly over my mouth. “Shut up,” he hissed. “No one can hear you anyway. The walls are soundproof.”
He watched my eyes go wide, and the sheer glee in his eyes made me sick to my stomach.
“I hate you,” I said,
as
the tears started falling
again. “I’m going to tell Ethan about this, and he’s going to kill you.”
Carter just laughed. “He’ll never believe you, what with the way you were dressed tonight. You were asking for this.
You wanted me, and n
ow I just want to be with you. What’s so wrong with that?”
I hated the way his tone had shifted to sugary sweet
, as he tried to talk me into believing I’d put myself in this situation. Bullshit. I might be pissed off that I’d let myself so stupidly agree to be alone with him, but there was no way I’d asked for what he was about to do
.
The look on his face
made my stomach churn. I looked away from him. I didn’t want to see his hideous face
any longer
.
“
You don’t have to make this hard, you know,” he crooned, as he cupped my
jaw and yanked my head straight
s
o I was forced to look at him. His voice was soft, but his actions were rough. “You’re just so irresistible.
Let’s just
do this. I know you’ll love it.
Trust me.”
He kissed me hard on the lips, but I didn’t kiss him back.
I swallowed back the vomit that crept up my throat, wishing he would suddenly realize what he was about to do and stop.
This was ridiculous. It was one of those things you read about in magazines but think ‘this will never happen to me’, and then all of a sudden, it’s happening to you, and none of the things you thought when you were reading that article – things about fighting back and staying strong and running away – will work, because the bastard has a hundred pounds on you, and you have zero chance of overtaking him. You feel like a victim, and it’s the worst possible feeling in the world.
Then I heard the door to the pool house open, and it was the best sound I’d ever heard.
“Help,” I screamed, but Carter just laughed.
Why was he laughing? Whoever had just come in was about to see what he was doing and help me. He was about to get busted.
“Hey man,” I
heard, recognizing the voice of
the blond guy who’d intercepted us outside the pool house. “I gave you twenty-five minutes. Are we good?”
Carter looked back at him.
“Where’s Kevin?”
“Kevin was tied up with a sweet brunette chick, so he said he’d pass. My boy here
was more than eager to
come in his place. Right on.”
I heard the slap of two hands high-fiving and strained to see who had come in and why they weren’t stopping Carter. Then I realized what was about to happen, and I started to panic.
“What’s up
,
Superstar? You want in?”
Carter was talking to the other guy, but I couldn’t see who he was.
“Yeah,” the guy said gruffly, and there was something familiar about his voice.
Then
Carter shifted just enough for me
to
clearly
see
the blond guy an
d the guy standing next to him with his
eyes locked on my restrained body.
It was
Jase.
My blood ran cold, and I started to scream, but Carter’s hand came back over my mouth, stifling my cries. He laughed, and I could see the blond guy laughing as his hand moved to his crotch and started massaging his bulge. He was getting off on this.
My eyes shifted to Jase, but he didn’t move. He stood there stock still, his shoulders rigid, his body tense.
Then before I knew what was happening, his fist flew out and connected with the blond guy’s temple, knocking him to the ground with a thud
. He was out cold as far as I could tell. Then Jase
advanced on Carter, whose attention had been on me
, his hand still gripping my wrists
. He turned when he heard his friend go down and didn’t even have time to react before
Jase’s
fist connected with his jaw.
“What the fuck, man?” Carter demanded,
releasing my wrists and
rubbing his jaw with his hand.
“Get off of her,” Jase
demanded,
his jaw tight, his fist tensed to strike again.
I realized then that he was going to help me. Whether he had that intention before he realized it was me or not, I didn’t care. In that moment, all I cared about was getting away.
“Relax,” Carter said. “You’ll get your turn when I’m done. She’s a virgin, so I get the first shot. That’s how this works.”
That’s how this works?
How many times had he done this
before
?
Jase’s
fist connected with Carter’s jaw
before I could mull that thought over any longer
, and this time it jostled him enough that I could
twist out from under him. Jase punched him in the stomach
,
as I gained enough leverage to roll off the bed, falling to the floor in a heap and quickly scrambling to my feet as
Jase’s
fist slammed into Carter’s stomach
once more,
and he doubled over in pain.
“Come on,” Jase said quickly, his hand reaching for mine.
Without giving it a second thought, I took it and held onto it with everything I had as he led me out of the pool house and away from what would have been the worst thing to ever happen to me.
As soon as we emerged outside, the lights and sounds from the crowded, noisy pool area flooded my senses and
a wave of intoxication wash over me
. I
stumbled
, my hand still gripping
Jase’s
, and he stopped to look back at me
. The alcohol was
suddenly
hitting me hard, and it wasn’t very forgiving.
I
k
new I was going to be sick, so as
much as I hated to do it, I yanked my hand from
Jase’s
and lurched around the side of the building
before I fell to my knees at the edge of
the grass.
I could tell the champagne
was trying making a comeback, as I attempted
to catch my breath.
I felt
Jase’s
hand sett
le on my back.
I braced myself wi
th my hands and tried to breathe
slowly
,
but
I cou
ldn’t hold it
in
.
The champagne churned its way up my throat, and I vomited all over the grass in
front of me. I was vaguely aware
of
Jase’s
hands gathering my hair at the nape of my neck, but all I could focus on was the heaving that wouldn’t stop. For several minutes, I was consumed, as
the remna
nts of every ounce of alcohol I’d drank
that night
emptied
out of my system.