Too Sweet (Hayes Brothers #3)(83)

Tears drip down my nose.

My stomach curls into a hard, hot ball, and I tremble all over while Jessie holds my hands behind my back.

“What happened?” I pant through the sting of my hair getting almost ripped out of my skull. “You bragged about how girls fall over themselves to get a taste of you every day back in high school. No one wants to blow you willingly anymore?”

Jake scoffs, outstretching his hand that holds the phone, grinning like a maniac. “Strap in, Price.” He turns the phone, tilting it down, so I’m visible on the screen. A red dot at the bottom tells me he’s recording. “The show’s about to begin.” He lets go of my hair, slides the zipper of his jeans, and frees his hard dick, proudly showing it off to the camera. “Come on, BJ. Don’t make this awkward. People are watching.” He looks in the camera again, shoving his dick closer to my lips. “Grab a pen, Price. I’ll be collecting that check soon.”

Money? He wants the money? Confusion knocks the breath out of my chest. Jake’s loaded. His father...

Oh, God.

Nico’s conversation with his assistant a few weeks ago comes back like the aftershock from an earthquake.

Arnold Grey pulled out all his money last week and just called to say he lost everything.

I didn’t think much of it back then, but now it makes perfect sense. Arnold Grey. Jake’s father.

They’re broke...

I look up at Jake, my teeth clenched tight as the head of his cock hangs less than an inch from my lips.

Fifteen years ago, he wouldn’t go anywhere near me, afraid he’d contract cooties.

Ten years ago, I was too chubby for him to consider me anything other than disgusting.

Five years ago, he called me four eyes and destroyed my glasses whenever he had the chance, laughing when I held onto the wall because I couldn’t see.

And now, he stands before the girl he wouldn’t touch with a stick, his eyes ablaze, pants down, buzzing erection twitching with precum, and one goal in mind: to win twenty-five grand.

“Don’t be like that, BJ,” he coos, artificially friendly for a second before his words turn thick with hatred. “It’ll be more pleasant if you don’t fucking resist.”

I grit my teeth tighter. My pulse hammers in my neck like a bird in a box, and tears come on stronger. High, hysterical sobs reverberate off the tiles like the wail of a violin.

Jake has no idea what he’s getting into. I’m no longer the outcast or a loner. I have people in my life who care about me. People who will do anything to protect me.

A boyfriend who’ll tear him apart when he finds out Jake’s trying to hurt me. I want to scream, tell him whose girl he’s about to touch, but if I part my lips, I lose.

“Open her mouth,” Jake snaps at Jessie, who immediately digs his thumb and index finger into the hinge joints of my jaw.

Pain zaps my nerve endings. The harder I clench my teeth, the worse it becomes.

Jake angles his phone, recording as he strokes his stiff cock, smearing small beads of what’s dripping from the end around his Prince Albert piercing. He was absurdly proud when he got it done. A picture of this exact cock with this exact piercing was glued to my locker daily for weeks before graduation.

Tears drip down my nose and chin, gaining momentum as Jessie increases the pressure. It feels like my face is being squeezed by metal clamps and my bones will fracture any second.

I can’t take it anymore. I whimper, and more tears follow when my mouth opens despite my best attempts.

God, where’s Cody? Where’s Colt?

“Good,” Jake huffs, hooking his thumb over my lower teeth. “Pretty, pretty, pretty,” he chants. “Relax, BJ. I know it’s big, but if you keep your mouth wide open, I’ll fit in there just fine.”

I’m thrashing about, trying to break free, but Jessie’s grip on my wrists tightens, and he’s pressing on the backs of my ankles with his whole tibia to keep me in place.

I’m powerless. I can’t stop him when he jerks forward, guiding himself into my mouth. His piercing touches my tongue, and he unhooks his thumb from my teeth to lower his pants.

His balls spring from their confinement, hanging low, dangerously close to my chin. The musky, sweaty smell makes my intestines crawl up my throat, and fifteen years of bullying flicker before my eyes in a maddening clip of cruelty, my mind like an intersection with too much traffic.

Every time Jake tripped, pushed, and shoved me comes back like a recoil of a fired gun. Every foul word, everything he ever threw at me, every time he made me cry, it all resurfaces. All the sandwiches I ate in the bathroom, too afraid to enter the cafeteria. All the things he destroyed...

I’m a pot of boiling milk. There’s no more room left in me. I can’t take any more, and for the first time, I’m struck with a burning need to fight.

He trapped me in a corner.

My fight or flight response kicks into its highest gear. One rational thought, like a stark-white bolt of lightning, ignites my senses, and I do the only thing I can, not thinking twice... I brace my teeth behind his piercing and clamp down with all my might.

I rip it out.

Warm, metallic blood floods my mouth a second before excruciating pain registers with Jake.

“Fuck!” he roars, jumping back. His phone lands on the floor. “Fucking whore!” He balls his hand into a fist, landing a powerful blast on the side of my face. “You filthy bitch!”