Page 11 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares (The Society #1)

None of them was doing very well. Their faces were all red, they were rolling around, and I was pretty sure Levi was the only one who could see anything. My throat hurt just from being near the spray. I couldn’t imagine what kind of pain they were in.

Pepper spray was more effective than I thought. I might’ve felt a little vindicated if it wasn’t for the threat of the man behind me.

A fact that I was reminded about when I felt him press up against me. “I hope you enjoyed your little tantrum, cause you’re fucking dead now.”

I lost it, not because of what might possibly happen, but because Issac’s presence was suffocating. I could feel his fingers digging into my neck, while his hard body squished me between him and the wall, and his breath echoed in my ears.

“Stop it…” I wriggled to the left and tried to pull out of his hold. “Get away from me…” I jerked to the right and kicked my leg back, smacking my heel into his shin. “Get your hands off me.”

“Keep fighting.” Issac yanked me back, spun me around, and slammed my back against the wall. “I like it.”

He moved so fast that I could still feel his hand on my neck, despite the fact that it wasn’t there anymore. His firm grip was now pinning my wrists to the wall above my head.

I tried to fight Issac off, but he was too strong, not to mention he was a lot bigger. He didn’t even have to exert much strength to contain me. He just pushed his hips in, effectively stopping what little movement I did have.

And yet, I still yelled up at him. “Don’t touch me.”

“Oh, you don’t want me to touch you?” His other hand shot up and grabbed my breast. “How’s that for touching?” His fingers dug into my soft flesh. “You like that?”

No, I didn’t. My flesh was screaming for release from Issac’s hard grip.

“It hurts,” I whined. I couldn’t get away. My only saving grace was knowing there was fabric separating his skin from mine.

“It hurts?” Issac mocked my cry. “Maybe you’d like it better without the shirt?”

That’s when panic really set in.

“No.” I kicked and wriggled to get away from him, but it was useless.

Issac ripped my shirt up and tore my bra down, exposing my breasts to the cool cafeteria air.

“Look at those tits.” He slapped the side of my right breast, then swung his hand over and slapped the left one, making me squeak out a wince. “It’s a fucking crime that someone like you has nipples like this.”

“Please, stop,” I whimpered, not caring how pathetic I sounded. “I’m not Brandy.”

The last time anyone saw me this exposed was at my birth.

Issac stopped and cocked a brow down at me. “Who the fuck is Brandy?”

My entire body went cold. Why would he say that name? I hated that name.

I managed to gather some strength and screamed in his face, “Get away from me!”

“Oh, do you think you have some control here?” Issac pinched my nipple, hard. “You don’t.”

“Stop,” I cried out as pain burned across my chest. I was wrong. This hurt.

“Shut up,” he growled while jerking on my nipple, drawing an anguished cry from my lips. “Or I’ll fuck you right here.”

That was enough to make me bite down on my tongue to stop my sobs. I was not going to give Issac any reason to follow through with his threat. And there was no doubt in my mind that he would. He’d more than proved that.

Issac tested my resolve by twisting my nipple. I cried out but managed to keep it trapped behind my closed lips. The pain was easy to swallow, but when his hand roamed over me, I had to grit my teeth against my own voice.

Everywhere he touched left a burning trail on my skin. Over to fondle my other breast, then down my stomach, and around my hip. I felt it all. Every twitch, grab, and graze caused my heart to hammer harder against my ribs.

But the worst was how he stared at me. The darkness in his turquoise eyes had shifted from anger to hunger. A hunger that I was terrified he would satisfy.

One of my earliest memories wasof walking in on my mom and her then-boyfriend. His grunts and groans haunted my nightmares for months. At the time, I thought he was hurting her. I knew better now.

In actuality, he was a decent guy, and I think he genuinely loved her. But I could never shake that glint he would get in his eye when he looked at her. It was like he wanted to devour her. Issac had that same glint.

The truly messed-up part was how, for some strange reason, I couldn’t stop staring at the flecks of green in his stare.

They made his eyes resemble turquoise stones.

There I was being assaulted, and instead of fighting, my mind was going over chemical formulas of copper and aluminum components.

I would never look at a turquoise stone the same again.

“Please stop,” I whispered, praying that this time I would reach some human part of his mind that would take pity on me. “Issac…”

“Say my name again…” He pushed his palm down my stomach and slipped his finger under the waistband of my jeans. “And I might explore a little lower.”

I clamped my lips shut tighter than a nun in the middle of a vow of silence.

It was torture standing there while he continued to touch me.

“You’ve been hiding a decent body under those clothes.” He reached up to fondle my left breast, thankfully not as hard as the first time. “I really like these tits. I could suck on these nipples for hours.”

My entire body was shaking, and my knees did not want to hold me up. If it weren’t for Issac pinning my arms over my head with one hand, I would’ve collapsed on the floor. I’d never been more embarrassed in my life. And my mortification didn’t end there.

“Do you have any tattoos?”

“Why do you care?” I hissed back at him. Wasn’t this humiliation enough?

“Should I look for myself?”

Tears of mortification trickled down my face and dripped off my chin as I shook my head.

Issac’s brow arched. “No, you don’t have any tattoos, or no, you don’t want me to look?”

“Both,” I whispered, terrified that he would decide to look for himself anyway.

“Huh.” Keeping his hold on my wrists, he dropped his other hand and stepped back to rake his gaze down me. “Any piercings?”

I shook my head again.

Why he was asking me these questions, I didn’t care. I was just happy that he stopped touching me.

“Do you dye your hair?”

“No.”

“What about those glasses?” he wagged his finger at my face. “Do you need them?”

He wasn’t going to take my glasses, was he? I was practically blind without them. “Yes.”

I tried to flinch backward when he grabbed my chin and twisted my face to the left and then the right.

“You’re not wearing any makeup.”

Was that a question? “I don’t need it.”

“No, you don’t.”

Something shifted in Issac’s stare. Something that made me feel more uneasy than I already was.

“Jesus Christ, Issac,” Ravi growled. “Stop giving her the third degree and get me some fucking milk!”

I was not happy to hear Ravi’s voice. I’d be happy if I never heard any of their voices ever again. But it did give me something to use.

“You should probably help them.”

His friends were in pain. He had to care about that, right?

Issac sucked in a tsk and gave me a once-over before shoving me to the ground. “Get out of here.”

The second my hands were free, I pulled my sports bra and shirt down, covering myself up.

“Oh, and Peaches,” Issac looked down at me. “You’d better pray that you aren’t mine.”

I had no idea what that meant, and I didn’t care. I ran out of there as fast as my legs could carry me.