Make Me Beg - BOOK 1 OF THE MATES & MARKS TRILOGY

Chapter 23

The touch of fingertips ran up the heart-shaped piece of Cassie's back that was left bare by her dress. She instantly swung round, her hands raised defensively, she knew those hands. She hated that she could recognise his touch, his smell, his breathing, everything. She looked up at him and was mildly surprised to see he was getting even shabbier in appearance, his hair greasy and his clothes wrinkled.

"W-What do you want?" She tried to sound hard and firm but her voice was barely a squeak. Brandon smirked and, quicker than Cassie could comprehend, he grabbed her by the throat, slamming her against the metal lockers behind her. She winced but refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing her voice and braced her hands against his chest in attempt to keep him at bay, but it just encouraged him to push closer to her, using his free hand to run over her body... Down her side and legs as far as he could reach, and then back up and under her skirt... Round her upper thighs, pinching here and there... He grabbed her right bum cheek and squeezed it hard but still she refused to make any noise for him, gritting her teeth so hard she was afraid they'd crack.

"You may be a fat bitch but you sure do have a nice arse..." He chuckled and squeezed it again, "And a great pair of tits." His face was gaunt and his dark circles had become great sacks under his eyes.

"Go fuck yourself." She spat.

"I'd rather fuck you." He rumbled against her cheek, tightening his grip on her throat. Her breathing became shallow.

"What's your problem?"

"Just claiming what's mine..." His breath was hot on her ear, it smelled stale and she cringed away. She grimaced and rolled her eyes.

"When was the last time you brushed your teeth?"

"I don't have time to think about anything but you..." He slid his fingers along the lining of her underwear. "You're turning my brain to mush Flo..." He suddenly seemed... Tired. Tired and wary.

"Flo?" Keep distracting him, she thought.

"Mmm..." He nuzzled into her, his hands rubbing at her softly now.

"Uh... I think my aunt flo has come to town, actually. If you... get my drift."

"You're not due on for another 8 days." He said, his voice monotone and direct like he was announcing a piece of information he had repeated ten too many times.

"How did you know that?" Cassie's head snapped up and she glared at him incredulously. "I didn't know that!"

"I know everything about you." He whispered, his eyes wide, showing all the small red cracks around his irises.

"Of course you do." Cassie scoffed.

"Your father is Italian." He blurted.

"I have an Italian surname, that's an easy guess." She shrugged.

"Your birthday is May twenty-fifth."

"Easily accessible information." She countered, albeit unsure of how he could have accessed that easily-accessible information.

"You wear a size 12 in dresses." He was pressed flush against her now, their foreheads clamped together, his clammy and cold against her own warm and dry skin.

"You can tell that from my body shape." She gave what she hoped was a good look of 'do I look stupid to you?'.

"You wear 34D bras." With every new piece of information his speech was gaining speed.

"Again... guessable." She didn't know many guys who knew anything about bra sizing...Before she could dwell on the thought too long though, Brandon launched into a shit-storm of verbal diarrhoea.