Make You Beg Read Online Shantel Tessier

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, New Adult, Romance, Sports, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
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I raise my hands in surrender. “Let her go. You want me.” The guys pissed him off when Law marked his territory all over my naked face and chest, and then Scout fucked him up. He missed several days of school for whatever they ended up doing to him.

He leans down and whispers something in her ear, and she trembles in his arms. “She can go if you stay.”

“Done.” I nod without hesitation. I’m so tired of people using her. Thinking she’s an easy target because she’s a virgin, and they can use that to threaten her.

He shoves her forward, and her chest hits mine. “Here.” I dig into my pocket, grabbing my keys, and hand them to her. Law invited me, but I drove separately, knowing I wasn’t going to be drinking and that I might not have wanted to stay as late as they do. “I’m parked in the back field. Get the fuck out of here.”

“What?” She looks at me wide-eyed. “No, Hen …”

“Go!” I shove her down the aisle, and she watches both of the guys advance on me. “Go, Lace!” I shout. She turns and runs.

Nicholas smirks. “I knew you’d sacrifice your life for hers.”

My breathing picks up at his choice of words, and I have an instant moment of panic that I’m going to be raped and killed here on the chapel floor just like Brenda was. “What do you want?” I grind out.

He snaps his fingers at his friend, and he hands him a black Yeti without a lid. “For you to drink this.”

I take a step back. “I’m not drinking shit!” If they were smart, they would have forced me to drink it before they let Lacey go. But thankfully for me, they’re not.

I hear the crowd roaring outside the closed doors, and I know the fight must have started. I pray Lacey makes it safely to my car.

“If you don’t willingly drink this, we will pry open your mouth and drown you with it,” he states with an evil smile. His light brown eyes look me up and down as his tongue pokes out, licking his lips. Nicholas is on the basketball team at Westbrook High, so he’s got to be well over six-foot-three. He’s not as built as the Reapers are though, but that doesn’t mean I can take him on. Especially with his friend here as well.

I ignore the rising panic in my chest and look back and forth between the two of them. They’re both slowly getting closer to me, trying to cage me in.

I turn to run, but a hand fists in my hair. I scream out at the pain and the yank of my neck. But no one will hear it, not over the crowd, the music, and the fight. I’m picked up and slammed down onto the concrete floor so hard it takes my breath away.

I start kicking and screaming at the top of my lungs.

“Hold her down,” Nicholas grunts, straddling me.

“Trying,” the other snaps.

My hands are grabbed and shoved above my head, where the other guy places his knees on them, pinning them to the floor. I want to cry out, but instead, I slam my mouth shut.

Nicholas sits on my chest, restricting my air, and squeezes my cheeks so hard it pries my mouth open. “Be the good little doll they’ve trained you to be and swallow,” he orders, pouring the liquid into my mouth.

I try to free my face, but he has too strong of a grip on it. The bitter-tasting liquid fills my throat and goes up my nose, making me cough. It burns my eyes. I swallow, unable to spit it out without choking.

“Good, girl,” he praises. “But that wasn’t enough.” Then more fills my mouth. My body jerks, and I kick out my feet as I’m held down and forced to take whatever this is they’re giving me.

It’s hopeless.

I cough and sputter around the liquid that runs down my throat. Just when I think he’s done, he pours more into my mouth, and it chokes me once again. But I feel it. Whatever they gave me is taking over quickly. My body relaxes against the floor, and my eyes start to grow heavy while I gasp for air.

Nicholas sits up and tosses the Yeti away. “Now, let’s play.” He slaps the side of my wet face.

GRAYSON LAW

The crowd boos as Scout gets hit in the side of the face, knocking him back. He’s not doing so well tonight. His opponent is a newcomer he’s never fought before, and I hate to say it, but he’s getting the best of him.

My cell vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out quickly to see it’s not mine. It’s Scout’s in my other pocket. I yank it out and see it says one new message. I go to put the password in, but it denies me. He must have changed it recently.



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