We're all in the kitchen gathered around the island, I am so not tipsy enough for this.

I push myself up onto the island and lay down.

Jaxon grabs the cream from the fridge and pushes himself onto the island, he sits on top of me with his legs on either side of me.

I hope Kimberly doesn't hate me.

I look over to her to see her smiling and teasing me, either number one she doesn't care or thinks it isn't serious or two she's just really drunk.

I roll my eyes at her jokingly.

Jaxon rolls my crop top further up "wow! What are you doing?" I say surprised while pulling my top back down.

"The dare is to lick your stomach. Your stomach stops here," he says sitting his hand just below my boobs.

I sigh and lift my top back up.

Jaxon shakes the bottle of cream and disperses the cream from the bottom of my stomach to below my breasts.

God it feels so cold.

I shiver slightly as he finishes and closes the bottle, he leans down and I feel his warm breath against my skin.

I close my eyes waiting for him to get it over and done with.

His wet tongue licks up the cream leaving my skin moist.

As he travels up I move my body as I shiver, he places his large hands on the sides of my waist holding me in place.

His hands are warm it feels comforting.

Continuing to lick the rest of the cream, he finishes and gets off of me and jumps off the island.

I get up pulling my top back down, everyone makes they're way back over to the fireplace gathering in a circle.

I follow and sit in my space, Jaxon beside me spins the bottle landing it on Derek.

"Derek I dare you suck anyone of the girls toes,"Jaxon says.

Eww! I cringe in disgust.

Derek shrugs his shoulders and pulls on Mya's leg making her squeal.

We all laugh at them.

Grabbing Mya's foot he puts her toe into his mouth and sucks on it passionately.

I look at them with wide eyes, is he not doing a bit much.

Mya pulls her foot away "eww!" She says in disgust.

She cleans her toe on Derek's shirt.

"Right so let's switch it up now," Devon says.

I listen in as I sip my beer. To be honest I'm not a fan of drinking but I feel like I could really use it right now.

"So this is what we're going to do, the girls will number themselves and the boys will have to pick a number. The number they choose is the girl they get and they have to spend fifteen minutes in a room together and whatever happens...happens," Devon explains.

I choke on my beer spitting it out on the floor, I tap my chest to regain myself.

What kind of game is this?

Are these the types of games they play at party's in college, cause if so I don't wanna go to college.

Kimberly numbers us and I'm number two. Not going to lie I'd rather get paired with Devon or Jaxon out of everyone.

Derek chooses first, picking number four which is Kimberly.

Damon picks next, choosing number two. My head shoots up shocked, fuck no! why me?

Carmen shoots me nasty glares, like this is a game chill out.

I sadly sigh and chug on my beer.

Jaxon picks number one which is Ellis.

And then that means Devon has to take two girls with him, Carmen and Mya.

What is this game even all about?

My 'partner' Damon walks upstairs. Wait have I to follow him?

"Go," Jaxon says.

I huff and fold my arms strutting upstairs.

Where is he?

I check in my room and it's empty, I walk over to Damon's room.

Opening the door I see him sitting on his bed leaning back on his hand as he has his phone in his other hand scrolling.

Why is he sitting in the dark?

What am I supposed to do now, i purposely don't close the door.

I just stand at the side of his room awkwardly.

I look around his room, everything is mostly black literally the opposite of my room. Yet his room feels somewhat cosy and calm but with him in the room it feels tense and uncomfortable.

So it would be great if he could leave.

Distracted, Damon slams the door shut making me jump.

I place my hand over my heart trying to calm it down.

He stands in front of me his large, tall figure towering over me.

I gulp.

Looking around his room trying not to make eye contact. He leans in as I take a step back, leaning in more "oh! What's that over there?" I blurt out and walk over to his desk at the other side of his room.

Medals and trophies sat neatly on his desk, he has like over forty trophies and that's not including his medals.

"I never knew you boxed," I say touching his trophies.

Next thing I know he's standing right behind me as I feel his breath fanning the back of my neck.

"I used to box when I was younger," he says huskily.

He places his hand on the waist of my exposed skin, startling me I instantly turn around to face him only to be met with his face inches away from mines.

I hold my breath in.

"Um-um Damon stop," I say quietly as I move his hand from my waist.

He suddenly slams his two hands on his desk on either side of me, making me jump forward causing our noses to brush against each other's.

"St-stop Damon you-your scaring me," I stutter.

"You should be scared," he says darkly.

I swallow my saliva and crouch down and crawl away from him.

He steps on my hand causing me to gasp in pain "ow ow your on my hand," I say.

Damon puts more pressure on my hand and I think I just heard something crack.

"Damon stop! Ow Damon," I cry as tears roll down my face.

I grab his leg trying to pry him off of my hand, he only twists his shoe burning the skin on my hand.

"Damon I said stop, it hurts," I say crying.

He lifts his foot as he watches me on the floor, I snatch my hand back rubbing it softly.

I wipe my tears away.

What was that for? Why did he do that?

I stand up and push him away from me but he doesn't go anywhere.

"Your such a fucking asshole," I curse.

I punch his chest with my good hand "dickhead!" I shout at him.

He stares at me angrily, grabbing my wrist he pulls me and throws me on his bed. Turning me around so my back faces him, he pushes my head down into the bed and lifts my butt into the air.

He presses his private against my ass "do you see how easy it is for me to do things to you that you won't like, so if I were I wouldn't be talking to me like that," he says angrily.

Spinning me around so I'm now facing him he picks me up and throws me further back on the bed, he crawls over me and pins my hands above my head. He leans his body against mines pressing his private between my legs.

I squirm from under him "you see how easy it is for me," he says darkly.

He rests his head on my neck breathing heavily he licks my skin and slowly pecks my neck.

"Stop, Damon stop," I say wriggling around.

He kisses and sucks my neck "no, stop! Stop Damon," I say freaking out.

He lightly chuckles in my neck, is this guy insane?

"I'm being serious, let me go," I say seriously.

He plants kisses on my cheek travelling nearer to my lips.

He continues to chuckle "fucking let me go! Asshole let me go!" I say frustrated.

"Don't talk to me like that," he says as if he's ready to kill me.

"Apologise," he says.

Apologise? Apologise for what? What did I do!

I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion.

Is this guy crazy or drunk?

"What have I to apologise for?" I say.

"For talking rudely to me," he says with no expression and honestly it looks scary to have no expression at all.

"No I'm not apologising, I did nothing wrong," I

Say trying put all my force in to push him off me but it only results in my body pressing against his.

He does the unexpected letting go of my hands and pulls his t-shirt off exposing solid abs and tattoos covering his body.

My eyes grow wide in fear.

As soon as he removes his shirt I punch him in the face causing his lip to bleed.

He wipes his lip with his thumb as he stares at me darkly.

He wraps his hand around my long hair pulling forcefully making my back arch, leaning in he smashes his lips on mines.

"Get off me!" I shout pushing hard against his bare chest.

He forces his tongue into my mouth as he plays with it, pulling harder on my hair.

"Damon stop, please Damon," I say as tears fall down my cheeks melting into the kiss.

"Damon Please stop, I'm sorry...I'm sorry Damon," I say crying.

Finally he stops and gets off of me, snatching his shirt he walks out his room slamming his door shut.

Breathing heavily I sit up on his bed, what's wrong with him?

He's fucking crazy!

I stand up on the bed, tripping I fall off the bed hitting my head on the floor and then everything goes black.