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She freezes for a split second, her chest heaving against my arm, and I can’t stop the smirk that tugs at my lips. I don’t use her name, don’t want to give myself away, but it doesn’t matter.The way her body reacts to mine? She knows exactly who’s got her.

She struggles again, her elbows digging into me, but I tighten my hold, pulling her even closer. She’s warm, soft, and every nerve in my body is on fire.

“Let me go!” she snaps, her voice breaking.

I chuckle, the sound vibrating against her back. “Not a chance.”

Her scent is something faintly sweet, like vanilla hits me, and it’s all I can do to keep my composure. Fuck. This isn’t supposed to be personal, but with her, it is.

She squirms, her ponytail whipping against my cheek as she tries to twist out of my grip. My patience snaps.

“Stop,” I bite out, spinning her around so she’s facing me.

Her wide green eyes meet mine, her breath coming in quick gasps. This bunny mask is hot as fuck. She’s scared, but still defiant. There’s something else there too. Something in her eyes that makes my blood heat.

“Why me?” she demands, her voice shaky.

I don’t answer. Instead, I hook my arm under her knees and hoist her over my shoulder.

She yelps, pounding her fists against my back. “Put me down!”

“Calm the fuck down,” I growl, striding toward the house.

“Asshole!”

Her fists hit harder, but it’s pointless. I’ve got her, and there’s no way I’m letting go.

The crowd parts as I carry her through the house, their cheers and catcalls echoing around us. Sienna keeps struggling, but I ignore her, heading straight for the stairs.

I shove open the first door I find, kicking it shut behind me. The room is dark, but the glow from the streetlights outsidecasts just enough light for me to see her flushed face as I set her on her feet.

“What the hell is your problem?” she snaps, backing away from me.

My problem? My problem is that fucking mask right now. And ever since I saw Eli with his hands down her pants in the library, I can’t stop thinking about what she would feel like. My problem is that she’s Coach’s fucking daughter, and all I want to do is ruin her.

But I don’t say any of that. Instead, I reach up and adjust my mask, keeping it firmly in place. “You signed up for this, remember?”

“I didn’t sign up for you,” she shoots back, crossing her arms over her chest.

That stings more than I want to admit, but I push it down, stepping closer. She doesn’t move, just glares up at me with those fiery green eyes.

“What are you doing here, Sienna?” I ask, my voice low and dangerous.

Her breath catches, and for a second, I think she’s going to answer. But then she shakes her head, her ponytail swinging. “What are you doing here?”

I don’t reply. Instead, I reach out, hooking my finger under the zipper of her Ravens jacket.

“What are you—”

I tug it down slowly, the sound loud in the silence between us. She doesn’t stop me, just stands there, her chest rising and falling as I slide the jacket off her shoulders.

Underneath, she’s wearing a pale blue bra that does nothing to hide the peaks of her nipples. My jaw tightens as I reach out, brushing my thumb over one of them. She gasps, her hands flying to my wrist, but she doesn’t pull away.

“You shouldn’t be here, bunny,” I say, my voice rough.

“Neither should you,” she whispers.

I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear. “Get on your knees.”