Nope. No. I’m not breaking my rule. I won’t try to understand bullies. Not now. Not ever. I wiggle against him, stomping my feet and groaning with pent up frustration. “You might want to stop, Frozen.” “Screw. You,” I grunt, willing all my strength to get me out of his hold. “Keep struggling, and you’ll have to take care of this.” He pushes his hips into me. Something pokes against the softness of my belly. My eyes widen, and I go completely still. He’s… hard. His usual bored expression is gone. The star, perfect player is gone, too. Instead, there’s this dark spark of sadism. He gets off on
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