Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Loud voices make me blink to alertness. I don’t think I was asleep exactly, more like just really, really out of it. Something’s wrong. Really wrong. When I try to sit up or move my arms, they don’t respond right.
It’s like I’ve…like I’ve been drugged.
Holy shit. Holy shit…
The thought should be scary. It means I could be in danger. But it feels really detached. Far away.
Rachel’s here. She won’t let anything bad happen to me.
The door of the bedroom bursts open and a giggling Rachel comes in, her arms wrapped around Adam’s neck. What?
I blink puffy eyes, sure what I’m seeing can’t be right. The only light is from the window and the hallway, casting long shadows.
“Come on,” Rachel says. “It’s enough that she’s spending the night. We don’t have to do anything more.”
“Don’t be a bitch. Help me get her clothes off.”
That voice doesn’t sound anything like the Adam I know. It was mean. All his careful gentility is gone.
“Fine,” Rachel sighs, “but just her top. That’s all you’ll need for the pictures.”
“Whatever,” Adam says as they both move closer to me.
Run. Run. Escape.
But my arms and legs barely respond and the only thing that comes out of my mouth is a low groan.
“You hear that?” Adam laughs nastily. “She wants it. She’s practically begging for it.”
“Don’t be an ass.” Rachel comes over and shoves Adam out of the way, sitting on the bed beside me. I try desperately to make eye-contact with her but she studiously avoids looking at my face as she lifts me up enough to pull my t-shirt off over my head.
I’m left in the red lingerie I was wearing under my ballgown as she settles me back onto the pillows.
“Fuck, her nipples are pierced,” Adam mutters. “I knew she was hot, didn’t know she had a wild side.”
I can’t move my hands to cover my breasts but my shoulders hunch.
“Let’s just snap some pics and then leave her alone.”
“Don’t be such a buzzkill.”
The bed dips again and thick, cloying cologne wafts over me. Shivers crawl down my spine. It’s him. Adam. The man I completely misjudged. The monster behind the handsome prince’s mask. Gods, how could I have been so stupid as to come here tonight.
And Rachel… I search her out with my heavy eyes. She’s got her back turned as Adam climbs into bed with me.
When she finally turns around, she’s holding her phone.
“Okay, let’s do this.”
My confused brain takes a second to make sense out of the obvious, and it’s not until Adam pulls me against his bare chest, settling my hand against his too-pale skin and a camera flash goes off that it finally clicks.
They’re taking pictures of me. Naked pictures.
I want to scratch Adam’s eyes out and kick him in the balls. And then tear Rachel’s hair out by her pretty blonde roots.
Instead, all I can do is give confused, disagreeing moans as Adam moves me this way and that, moving my hair to get the best shot of my face, sometimes cupping my face, all the time making me want to barf on his overly waxed chest.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Rachel announces. “Let’s go back to your bedroom.”
“I don’t know,” Adam murmurs, running his hand down my chest and squeezing me. “I think we could have a lot of fun right here. You know how much I like them quiet and willing like this.”
“She’s not willing, she’s out of it.” Rachel’s voice is sharp, but then it softens. “But baby, I’ll do anything you want.” She moves behind Adam and starts to massage his shoulders. “I’ll suck you off. And I know you’ve been wanting to stick it up my ass. I’ll let you tonight. Just leave her alone.”
Finally Adam moves and his weight disappears from the mattress beside me. “You’ll let me? You’ll fucking let me?” His angry voice fills the room, echoing around my pounding head. “Have you forgotten how this arrangement works? You do what I fucking ask. And yes, I’ll take your ass. I’ll take it right here where she watches.”
But at that point, finally, blessedly, I pass out.
Twenty-Eight
Present Day
Daphne
Oh fuck, my head. I wake up, grabbing my head in my hands and squinting against the sunlight. What hellacious things did I do to my body last night?
Which is when I look around.
Wait up. Where the hell am I?
I jerk out of bed and get to my feet.
Mistake, mistake!
I grab my head and double over, feeling so nauseous I’m shocked I don’t lose my stomach right there by the side of the bed.
When I finally manage to make it to the attached bathroom, I sit hugging the toilet bowl for another ten minutes, and finally splash my face with cool water when the worst of it has passed.
Bits and pieces of last night come back to me, but most of it is a huge blank.