Chapter 48: Chapter 48

Chapter 48

“No, please.” I say breathlessly. He looks at it and frowns.

“I’m sorry, its my dad. I will just be a second.” He says.

“Fine.” I sigh. He k*sses me on the forehead and walks out of the bathroom. I am left sitting on the counter, alone, and horny. I wait for a few minutes, and then I hear the door open. When I look, its not Damion.

“J–Jared. Hi, umm what are you doing?” I say awkwardly while trying to pull my dress down.

He comes and spreads my legs, “Woah, woah. Jared what are you doing?”

“I can make you feel good.” He whispers in my ear as his hands trail up my thighs.

His hands feel wrong, all wrong. I hate it, “Jared stop please.” I say while trying to get his hands off

His grip tightens, “I have wanted to do this since the first time I laid eyes on you after six long years. I always had a crush on you. Did you know that?” He asks as I continue to fight him:

“Jared let go. Please, I don’t want this.”

His right hand goes around my throat and he squeezes, not like Damion did! No, his wasn’t S**ual and it didn’t bring me an ounce of pleasure. He starts to crush my wide pipe. It hurts like hell.

“You do want this, you just don’t know it yet.” He says while choking me. I try to pry his hand off of my n*eck, but his grip is too strong. My eyes widen when his other hand goes to unbuckle his belt. No, no please. This can’t be happening. Please, God no.

I start to cry, “Shhh, I’ll be gentle the first time.” He says to me while caressing my face.

His grip loosens juts enough for me to talk, “Please, no.” I beg.

His face hardens and he puts his hand under my dress and rips my underwear I am trying to fight him, but he is strong, and I am borderline drunk.

I scream, but the music is loud. I know that no one can hear me.

He pulls my dress up and positions himself at my entrance. I continue to scream and beg him to stop.

Just before he enters me, the door busts open. I look over and see Damion with Jared up against the wall. I feel someone touch me and I jump. I realize its just Blake and throw my arms around him. His arm comes around my back and the other goes under my legs. He picks me up bridal style and I cling to him.

Damion’s POV:

At the game

She is wearing his f**king jersey.

She should be wearing my jersey. No wonder that fucker smirked at me in the locker room. Everyone knows that if you wear a players jersey you are either together, or related.

He just claimed his territory. The problem is, she’s already f**king taken.

I walk over to the stands and people start to stare and whisper, I don’t give a single fuck. I keep walking towards here, when I am close she starts to look around to see if anyone will do anything. Sorry, sweetheart but you’re all mine.

I stand directly in front of her, “Get up.”

She looks around again for help, but when she sees nob*dy is is doing anything to stop me she gets up. Just before she is all the way standing, I duck down and throw her over my shoulder. I knew she wouldn’t come willingly, she’s stubborn like that.

“Damion! Damion, put me down!” She whisper yells at me.

She is absolutely adorable, but I am super pissed right now. I don’t respond to her, I just keep walking.

“Damion, people are looking!” She whisper yells again.

I take a deep breath. When I do, I smell him on her. I am so close to loosing my shit right now.

People are looking at us as I walk through the stands, but nob*dy tries to stop me. I am pretty sure they all know that I’m in love with her, and that I would never hurt her.

God, I used to… I do follow her around like a lost puppy. She owns me.

I walk towards the locker room and she yells at me, “Damion! What the hell are you doing?” I continue to walk until we are by my locker, then I set her down.

“Damion, I am not allowed in here!”

His stupid jersey is still on her, “Take it off.” I say getting closer to her. So close that I hear her breathe pick up.

“What?” She asks breathlessly.

I love that breathy voice she does when I get close to her. She does the same one when my fingers and tongue are inside her.

“I said, be a good girl and take. It. Off.” I demand.

She pauses and looks down, “I can’t take it off.”

I grab her jaw and force her to look me in the eyes, “Take the f**king shirt off, Lee.”

She sighs and then does as I ask. Now, she is standing in front of me half n*ked in a smoking hot black, lace bra. Good f**king God. She is evil.

I grab Jared’s trash jersey and throw it behind me without breaking eye contact. Then, I reach behind her into my locker and grab her my extra jersey.