Nina Sam has lived a confined life, locked away with her sisters since she was five-shunned by her father, a ruthless male chauvinist who couldn't stand having a daughter under his roof.
Now, she's stepping into a new chapter at a prestigious girls'...
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"Girls... you might wanna know that your bikinis are missing."
I prowled around like a panther, checking if the wind had spirited them away, but nothing. Not a single scrap of fabric to be found. My shirt was gone too.
"What in tarnation is that supposed to mean?" Mona snapped, covering her boobs with her hands like a scandalized nun.
"Yep, that's right—this is how you girls are walking back to the camp." I tried to play it off with a smirk, but their faces were pure fury. If I didn't shut up, I was pretty sure they'd drown me and claim I slipped.
"I swear to god, the guys are pranking us," Emily said. She looked more pissed than scared, which was... something.
"Wow, is she serious?" I said to no one in particular. "If that's actually true, I'm gonna cut off their penises and mount them as trophies." My voice was all sarcasm, but inside I was already plotting revenge. Enough of their stunts.
"Don't worry, I'll go back and bring your clothes," I offered, pausing for them to protest.
"Well go then, what are you waiting for?" Emily snapped. Her voice was so sharp it made me flinch, but I wasn't about to argue. They were right—it was freezing out here, and it wasn't my place to let them suffer any longer.
So I left them there, fuming and half-naked, and started sprinting back. My mind was already playing out exactly how I was gonna gut the guys if they had anything to do with this. My girls didn't deserve this shit.
I was halfway there when it happened. A hand clamped over my mouth, cutting off my scream. I was shoved hard against a tree, bark scraping my back. My heart slammed into my ribs. My mind went blank except for one name—Jason.
"I told you to wait for me after the game, didn't I?" he hissed in my ear, his breath warm and disgusting.
"I don't have a choice if you're gonna disobey like this," he said, his hand fisting in my hair. I wanted to puke.
"Why don't you just leave me alone?" My voice trembled, but I managed to say it.
"Why should I, Nina? If you don't want everyone to know your dirty secret, you'll do as I say," he sneered, his fingers twirling a strand of my hair like he owned me.
"You and your clothes... can it get any sexier?" His words dripped with something vile just before he crushed his mouth to mine.
I tried to shove him off, but his body was like a wall. My wrists were pinned above my head, his weight pressing me into the tree. My mind screamed at me to fight harder. His lips moved on mine, but all I tasted was bile.
When his hands reached down to tug at my panties, I lost it. My teeth sank into his neck. He let out a yelp of pain, just as I brought my knee up—swollen ankle be damned—hard into his leg.
