Chapter Thirty

Raleigh

Serenity and I make our way through the crowd, bumping into bodies as they move back and forth to the beat of the music blasting through the speakers in Brady’s living room.
I glance around uncomfortable, noting that the party is already very much in full swing, likely having started long before the final buzzer sounded, and the guys are letting loose and celebrating our win with alcohol, girls, and God only knows what other kinds of party favors, clearly having already moved passed the somber mood that had overtaken everyone after Rowdy getting hurt.
“How is it already this crazy?” I say out loud, not understanding how it’s possible since Brady didn’t even get here until just a few minutes ago.
“Royce has a key to his house. They have a system in place apparently because it’s always like this,” she says, taking me in, then glancing around us taking in the sight before us, then with a shake of her head and a sigh, she grabs ahold of my hand, she says, “I know you don’t want to be here, but he’s at an away game.” Then, slinging her arm around my neck, pulling me into her body she continues, “At least try to relax and have some fun.”
With an annoyed huff, I groan, “Fine. I’ll try,” but don’t give her any more than that because parties really aren’t my scene, and I’d much rather be spending my evening curled up in my bed either talking on the phone with my boyfriend or reading.
“Come on,” she says as she grasps ahold of my hand and pulls me forward. “Drinks should be this way. And if there’s one way that I know to get you to have a good time, it’s to get some alcohol flowing through your veins.”
“But I don-“ I start but Serenity just shakes her head at me and gives me *that* look that says that she’s not taking no for an answer.
“You are and you will.” She states. Then, once we make it into the kitchen, she turns to me, planting her hands on my shoulders, and with a determined expression on her face says, “Look, I know you’d rather be doing any number of other things but this is our senior year. This could very well be the last year that we get to do this kind of stuff together. I don’t know where I’m heading after this—college isn’t exactly in the cards for me-which means this is likely one of the last times that we can be stupid and worry-free together before we have to grow up and take on whatever the future has in store for us.”
“Way to make me feel guilty,” I grumble as I take the drink that she’s offering and follow her back out of the kitchen and into another room.
An hour later, we’re out on the makeshift dance floor, a never-ending supply of alcohol finding its way to our hands as we lose ourselves to the music as it flows from the speakers. My head is fuzzy, my body is hot and tingling, my nipples tight buds against my shirt, the fabric sending jolts of need straight to my already throbbing clit as desire courses through me, settling between my thighs.
A body comes up behind me, pulling me tight against their chest as they grind against my backside. A shiver of needs runs through me, lighting me up like a firework and making me miss Lincoln more than I care to admit.
I pull away, putting distance between our bodies as I turn around to see who is bold enough, and thought that it was a good idea, to grind against me when pretty much everyone knows that I’m with Lincoln.
My eyes widen and my lips turn down in a frown, my pulse picks up its pace as I stare into Brady’s heated gaze.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I hiss, taking a step back as I try to put even more distance between our bodies, only to end up bumping into a couple of girls behind me. “Sorry,” I mutter, glancing over my shoulder at them.
Taking advantage of my being distracted, he grabs ahold of my arm and then starts walking, dragging me behind him as we leave the dance floor. I know fighting him is futile, so I go with him, glancing around for Serenity as he leads me through the house and then up a set of stairs. We come to a stop before a door that he quickly pulls me through, shutting the door behind us.
Brady shoves me against the cool wood, his mouth coming down on my own. Caught off guard, it takes me a moment to realize what is happening and even though I don’t kiss him back, I feel as though I’ve done something horribly wrong as I wedge my arms between us and place my hands against his hard chest, attempting to shove him away from me.
Panic consumes me when he grasps ahold of my arms and holds them over my head, against the door, with one hand while his other hand reaches down and grabs ahold of my butt, pulling my body tight against his, his hardened length impossible to miss as he grinds it against my lower stomach.
Leaving my mouth, he nips and licks his way across my jaw before pulling my earlobe into his mouth. He grinds against me once more and then with a groan, he husks, “Stop fighting this. You are *mine* and I will have you. No boyfriend is going to stop me from taking what is rightfully mine.”
“I am not yours,” I growl as I fight to pull my hands free.
“But you are,” he says as he trails his nose along the column of my throat, his tongue darting out to taste my skin. “These lips,” he says, trailing his fingers over my mouth before pushing his thumb into my mouth. I bite down on the offending digit but the action seems to do nothing more than turn him on more as he moans and then bites down on my neck before sucking the skin into his mouth.
As if my bite didn’t hurt him in the least, he moves his hand to my breast, cupping it and pinching my nipple through the fabric of my top. “These tits,” he groans as he lowers his head and bites the nipple that he’s not already playing with, causing me to cry out in pain.
He chuckles but then drops to his knees, tightening his hold on my hands to the point that I have no doubt that there will be bruises left behind, as his free hand moves to the button on my jeans, popping it open. I fight him harder as the realization of what he’s going to do next hits me. I tug harder against his hold, bucking my hips and kicking out. I manage to land a kick, but I end up paying for it when his large hand hits me across the face so hard that my head ricochets against the door behind me, causing pain to immediately radiate throughout my skull.
Opening and closing my eyes over and over again, I try to clear away the haze that has seem to have taken over. He shoves both my jeans and panties down, thrusting two fingers inside of me, moving them in and out of me as he takes my clit with his mouth, laving at it with his tongue before pulling back and growling, “And this fucking pussy is no ones but *mine*.” Before thrusting his fingers back inside of me and claiming my clit with his mouth once more.
“No,” I plead, not wanting him to touch what doesn’t belong to him. “Please, Brady,” I beg, knowing that if I try to fight him again, he may very well knock me out and do who knows what to me while I’m unconscious.
“That’s right, Baby. Beg for me to make you come,” he growls against my pussy before he buries his face between my thighs once more. I bite my lower lip to hold in a whimper as my body betrays me against Brady’s ministrations as I feel myself gearing up to do exactly as he said.
I try to fight my body's reaction to what he is doing to me, knowing that it’s wrong and that I don’t want it, to the point that I’m shaking but when he curls his fingers deep inside of me and hits that special spot, I can’t control it any longer as I shatter, coming so hard that I scream, tears dripping down my face as shame consumes me over what I’ve just done.
Standing up, his face glistening with my juices and grinning like the cat that ate the canary, Brady grasps ahold of my hair, yanking it so hard that I cry out, and covers my mouth with his once more, shoving his tongue into my open mouth before pulling back. Pressing his forehead against my own, he licks his lips and says, “told you that you’re mine.”