Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

I BREATHE HARD, sucking my hair into my mouth as he presses my face
into the seat.
Someone else pins my hands behind my back, securing them with some
kind of cloth, and then I’m hauled up and into Callum’s lap as Delaney
Cooper, who graduated last year and attends Vanderbilt now, drives. Wanna
bet Callum’s trying to impress his future frat brother?
I glare at Callum, seeing pure satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. I growl,
slamming my forehead into his nose.
Motherfucker!
He winces, howling, and I try to see out the window behind us, but Clay
is out of sight.
If he hurt her…
His grip eases, and he holds his nose with one hand, a trickle of blood
spilling down. “Goddammit!” he spits out.
I flail and whip, and while I know full-well I won’t escape, maybe if I’m
enough trouble, he’ll toss me from the car. Does he have any idea what’s
going to happen to him if he hurts me? Does he care?
He wraps his arm around me and then grabs my neck, squeezing it.
A groan escapes as he cuts off my oxygen. “You sure you want to do
this?”
“This was always how it was going to go,” he whispers. “Especially since
I know you weren’t going to come tomorrow night anyway. You gave Macon
the key, didn’t you? To break into Fox Hill? To trash the painting? To crash
our party tomorrow night and fuck us up?”