Chapter 33

Tristan laughs, this low, cruel sound, as he starts up the sweet purr of the engine and takes off at such a rapid speed I’m worried Zayd’s going to tumble off the back into the gravel.

He just hollers in excitement and lifts his arms in the air like he’s on a rollercoaster.

Tristan does a few wild donuts on the gravel, making my stomach lurch and causing Creed’s arm to tighten even further around me as we’re thrown around inside the little sports car.

“I’m not a whore,” I grind out finally, when we stop spinning and take off down one of the dirt roads that lead deeper into the campus. Most of the third and fourth year classes are held in outbuildings spread throughout the vast acreage of Burberry Prep, but as a first year, there’s hardly any reason to come back here, so it’s all new to me.

“That’s right: you’re a virgin,” Creed amends, but he doesn’t sound any less disdainful. “My mistake.”

“How …” I start, and then realize I should’ve denied the accusa