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“You wanted to humiliate me with some fucking mascot suits?” I murmur. “Then you’ll pay for that.”

Her breath stutters.

I fist a hand in her wet hair, yanking her down.

She falls to her knees. Right here in the living room.

I reach back and lock the door.

Chapter 17

I hate him.

Hate the smug, knowing gleam in his eyes. Hate the way he tilts my chin up with just the barest pressure, like he has every right to touch me.

But I hate myself more for not pulling away. For how my gut aches for him, how the throb between my legs screams to keep him going, to see how far I can push him.

Caleb’s fingers tighten in my hair, yanking hard enough to make me gasp. “You are fucking up everything for me,” he murmurs, voice like a slow drag of smoke and sin. “Now, you make it up to me.”

My nails dig into my palms. “Go to hell.”

His smirk is pure arrogance. “After you, puck bunny.”

He presses the tip of his shoe between my thighs. My body betrays me in an instant — hips tilting, seeking friction. I grit my teeth, but he sees it.

Caleb chuckles, low and dark. “That’s it. Just like that.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. I hate this. Hate him. Hate how my body listens. Shame scorches through me, but my thighs clench anyway. My body should not react to him like this. Not when he is the enemy.

Fingers tighten in my hair, forcing me to look up. “Eyes on me.” His grip is both terrifying and intoxicating. His voice is a slow drag of dominance, every word sinking deep.

My lips part as he brushes his thumb against them, teasing, testing.

“Open.”

I hesitate. Just for a second. His hand clamps around my jaw, forcing me wide. My breath stutters.

He pulls his hard cock out of his boxers and strokes himself roughly. His other hand is still tugging at my hair. He moves forward and slides the tip over my nose and cheek smearing pre cum on my skin. The piercing is daunting but turning me on.

“You want to play games, bad little bunny?” he muses. “Fine. But we both know how this ends.”

Heat pools in my stomach, anger and something darker twisting inside me. My body betrays me again, arching into him, aching for more even as my mind screams to fight.

Caleb hums in approval, his touch dragging lower.

My skin buzzes with fury.Heat. If he slides his cock into my mouth, I will bite it clean off.

Then I taste him—hot, heavy, and leaking against my tongue.

I try to jerk away, but he holds me firm. His cock presses forward, thick and insistent. I glare up at him, my jaw aching, my pulse a frantic drumbeat in my ears.

He slides his cock deeper into my mouth thrusting so hard that I rock backwards. I feel him make contact with my throat before he pulls out. I glare at him as he repeats the motion. On the third thrust, I am just about to close my mouth on him and bite when his other hand tugs at my jaw pulling my mouth open.

“You fucking bitch,” he shouts before spitting into my mouth. I want to gag.

He crouches down and I am hit by his scent, and I hate how much despite everything I lean in to take another whiff of him.

“Listen here, slut, if you try that again, I will do worse than stick my cock in your throat. You hear me? I will bend you right over your sofa and fuck you so hard, take your virginity, and you will not be able to walk for a week straight.”