Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

I hate you.
He fell into me, pushing me back against the mirror, and I
rolled myself into him, my clit throbbing with the tease of his
muscle through his towel.
And I knew…even with as good as he felt and how lonely
I’d been, because I couldn’t trust anyone or myself after the
humiliation of that video, once it was done, I’d hate myself.
I’d hate myself for letting him have a piece of me again.
I turned away from him, pushing at his body to get free.
“GGet off me.”
But he stayed there a moment, breathing hard.
“Why?” he finally asked. “You seem to like me.”
“GGet off me!” I snapped. “You’re not getting that from
me.”
I shoved at him, putting all of my strength against his
chest, but he just rumbled with a laugh.
“I’ve already had that,” he said, his voice sharp and
threatening. “Now I want your sanity. Just a little turn of the
screw…”
I scrambled out from underneath him, stood up, and
slammed him in the chest.
He stumbled back, laughing again. “All in good—”
“Yo, Winter!” a shout damn near shook the house from
downstairs. “We’re here!”
Huh?
“Who is that?” Damon demanded. “That sounds like Will.”
But he didn’t give me a chance to answer. He shot past me,
and I let out a breath, relief washing over me as I remembered
my talk with Will last night.
Coldfield.
I’d been talking to Will and his friend, Alex, at the party,
telling them how fun the new haunted house park was and how
I wanted to go back before it closed for the season.