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Hailey
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Jordan buried his head against my neck, his mouth hot against my skin. His teeth raked across my flesh and I cried out as I fought to push him away. But the car was too small, and he was too strong.
“Please, stop,” I choked, trying to shove his hands away.
Suddenly, his head rose and he pushed me away roughly. “Hear that? That asshole has your scent.” He snorted an ugly sound. It was then that I heard the unmistakable sound of a motorcycle roaring to life.
I allowed myself to take a breath.
Jordan glared at me and tilted his head. “I bet you got him to give you a ride, bring you here, all by giving that animal just what he wanted. Just with a swing of those hips of yours. What I wanted. What was mine. What you never gave me.”
His words made my sick. “You’re f****
