A Slave to Love

Chapter 13: Despicable

"Where's Jill?" I asked boy toy, who was lying across Jill's bed, completely at ease as if this was his room and not ours. But I didn't see her anywhere and I hated the idea that he was here unsupervised and especially that I was the only one here with him.

"With her friends," he said, looking me up and down in such a lingering way that my skin crawled.

"Why are you here then?" I asked, still standing in the doorway. Maybe I should just hang out in the lounge or go back to the cafeteria. I didn't trust this guy; the way he looked at me always creeped me out a bit and he was in my room alone. It was weird.

"She said I could wait for her here," he said standing up, "Why are you standing so far away? I don't bite."

I took a small step back.

"It's not biting that I'm worried about," I said as he walked towards me.

"Oh come on. I'm not dangerous; you know that. I'm Jill's boyfriend," he said, all good natured and casual but it still didn't sit right with me.

"Exactly. You being her boyfriend is the exact reason why I don't trust you," I said, narrowing my eyes at him as he continued to get closer. Jill wasn't my favorite person to start with so I didn't put much faith in her choice of company.

"You're friends with her ex," he pointed out, "What makes me so different?"

"There's a big difference. Katie and Nate trust Landon, which means I can trust him," I said, still watching him carefully, "I don't know you well enough to judge you but so far I'm not seeing any good points."

"Well, you know I'm good in bed," he said, moving to my right.

I stepped to the left, closer to the door and away from him. "Or maybe Jill just has low standards."

He all but lunged at me and I stumbled back. He got a hand on either side of me, pinning me to the wall, his bulky body surrounding me. This wasn't just teasing or joking around. He was doing it on purpose, though the grin on his face proved how much he was enjoying this.

The first flutters of panic floated through my chest, heart pounding unsteadily.

"Well, I wouldn't mind showing you how wrong you are," he said.

"You might not mind, but I do." Where the fuck was Jill? Why would she ever let him stay in our room alone? Or date this piece of shit?

"Oh come on, you were flirting with me during Drama, I know you want me," he said, leaning close.

I shrank back against the wall he had me pinned against, panic flaring up inside me fully now. There was no one in the dorm building that I had seen, and if there was they weren't anywhere nearby. We were completely alone.

"No, I don't," I said firmly. "And I wasn't flirting with you."

"Stop playing hard to get." His hands starting roaming across my stomach and sides before they slipped under my shirt. I flinched and tried to move my arms but he had me trapped, unable to do anything no matter how hard I shoved.

"Stop it," I said sharply, but he ignored me. "Brian, knock it off!"

I felt his fingers brush my bra and I bit back a scream, my breathing growing shallow as fear filled me, hot and wild. I tried again to move my arm, to push him off, but it was my bad hand and I yelped in pain when he crushed it between us.

The pain shooting through my arm seemed to shock me back to earth, brain kickstarting. He was too close for me to get any kind of room to build up momentum to hit him or push him, and too much bigger for me to have any hope of overpowering him like this. But maybe I didn't have to.

"Who said I wasn't pretending to flirt with you?" my breathless tone making my confident words pathetic. But I needed to stall, I needed time.