Within Sight (New Adult Biker Gang Romance) (Night Horses MC Book 5) (5 page)

They were looking for me, they knew I'd be alone, and they didn't want me to leave the room.

I started to feel closed in.

This couldn't be happening again. I couldn't be trapped in a room with horrible guys who wanted to hurt me again. Not here. Not at school. Not where I should be safe.

Fear and resignation settled on me like a blanket.

There was nothing I could do.

If I yelled, no one would hear me. Students poured out of the building as soon as they could, and the girl’s locker room wasn’t near enough the guy’s that anyone would be nearby. There were no girl’s extracurriculars today. No reason for anyone but me to be anywhere near here.

There was nothing that I could do to protect myself.

I had to try, though.

Didn’t I?

Somehow I wasn’t sure. They seemed to take my lack of movement as a good sign, prowling forward towards me.

“Yeah, you’re a little slut,” Chad said. “You’ll suck our cocks right here, won’t you? Nate said that on prom night, you were practically gagging for it. Begged him to fuck you.”

William didn’t say anything, but his quiet assurance, his determined gaze, were even scarier.

Some small, angry part of me, some kernel of defiance shrieked at me to run, to fight, to scream, to do anything but stand there like a lump.

When they were almost in arm’s reach, when Chad reached his hand out to me, I broke and ran.

I tried to dart between them and get to the door, but the space was too narrow.

There was no way.

Chad loped a few easy steps away, putting himself between me and the door.

William grabbed me around the waist from behind and held me against him.

I struggled and squirmed like an angry cat, dropping my bookbag and trying to pull away, but William was really fucking strong, the asshole.

He locked his hands together in front of me, holding my ass against his crotch.

I could feel his hard dick.

Sick fuck enjoyed this, enjoyed me cussing at him and trying to get away.

“Go ahead,” he said quietly. “Wear yourself out. Take all the time you need. This is happening.”

“No,” I spat. “No way. Fuck you. Fuck you both. I hate you. I’m not a slut and I’m not going to suck your tiny dicks.”

“Yeah?” Chad asked. “That’s not what we’ve heard.”

“Don’t believe everything you hear,” I said. “It’s really fucking stupid.”

I took a deep breath, ready to scream, to yell desperately and hope that someone could hear me… but William was too fast. He jerked his hands up and rammed them into my stomach, knocking the breath out of me, leaving me winded and gasping.

Chad was in front of me then, grabbing my arms, holding them together behind my back.

Merle
. I thought.
Merle, Merle, Merle.

I repeated it like a prayer, like my only hope of salvation.

He had to save me.

...Why?
I thought.

Why did he have to save me? Why did I have to rely on him? On my parents? On the teachers? On anyone?

Why couldn't I ever just fucking save myself?

I had to try.

I stopped fighting for a moment.

William and Chad were both surprised.

The guy behind me loosened his grip, just enough, just barely enough for me to wrench away from them.

“Get the fuck away from me,” I said. My voice was clear and strong. “I already said it. I’m not your whore. I’m not anyone’s whore. I’m not a slut, and even if I was, I wouldn’t fuck either of you if you were the last dicks on the planet. Just fuck each other like you clearly want to and leave me alone.”

Okay.

Maybe that went a little too far.

Maybe, instead of a dramatic monologue, I should have run when I had the goddamn chance.

I was so fucking
stupid.

William was back on me in a moment, his face contorted with rage, knocking me to the floor. For the second time in two minutes, I had the breath knocked out of me by that asshole.

“Just shut the fuck up,” he muttered at me, kneeling on me and pinning my shoulders to the floor. “Worthless bitch.”

I caught a glimpse of Chad staring down at me before William’s mouth was on mine.

I don’t want to call it a kiss. It was nothing like what I shared with Merle. It was an assault, a disgusting invasion.

He was too smart to try to shove his tongue in my mouth, I’d have bitten him.

As I struggled, he was kicking my legs apart, kneeling between them, grinding his jeans, his shaft hard through the denim, against my sweatpants.

He took one hand off my shoulders to grab my breast and maul it through the thin cotton of my t-shirt and bra.

Why had I changed into something so soft, so easy to be touched through?

Fuck that, why was I blaming myself? Wear jeans and a sweater so assholes can’t grope me as easily? Wander around sweating and uncomfortable because some fucking low-life can’t keep his hands to himself?

Fuck.

That.

The fear was back. I’d felt so strong, so powerful, when I’d gotten away from them and told them off, and now I felt helpless again.

I was trapped, held to the floor, wearing lightweight clothing.

There was absolutely nothing left to protect me.

Unlike El Jefe, they didn’t have to hold rape over my head as a last assault, a final weapon of terror.

I could hardly breathe.

William’s free hand moved lower as he nipped my collarbone. I thought of Merle, of Merle kissing me there, of Merle over me, and I almost wept.

I was totally, totally fucked.

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