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Authors: L.A. Cotton, Jenny Siegel
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and he helped me forget. The first time was just supposed to be a one-off. Donnie said it would numb the pain, and it did. Until the high wore off and I slipped back into the black void consuming me.
“Joy,” Terry, one of Donnie’s right-hand men leaned close. “Donnie wants to see you.” His hand hovered above my arm, a look of regret shining in his eyes.
I gave him a terse nod ignoring Sherri’s pleading glare.
I’d made my bed.
Now, I’d have to lie in it.
I found Donnie standing at his desk. Had it really only been a couple of hours since we were last in here? It felt longer somehow. A different night.
“Baby, come over here.” Donnie’s hardened glare tracked me as I moved across the office.
“Why?” The word tumbled out. I hadn’t realized until I saw him standing there with a smug look on his face that I was going to challenge him, but something Sherri had said to me kept replaying in my mind. He took it one step too far.
“Shh.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and buried his face in me, his alcohol-tinged breath licking my skin.
My eyes clamped shut. “Why, Donnie? Just tell me why?”
Donnie’s hands tightened on my shoulder, biting into my slick skin. “You know why,” he breathed against my neck raggedly.
Overcome with something I hadn’t let myself feel for a long time, I felt the tears build behind my eyes. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Don’t give him the satisfaction.
“Tell me you’re mine, baby,” Donnie’s voice was softer this time, but his grip didn’t loosen.
I drew my lip between my teeth, biting down the urge to scream or cry or pound Donnie. How could he embarrass me so openly? Behind closed doors was one thing, but parading me in front of the whole club. In front of Dawson. I didn’t ever doubt Donnie’s sick and twisted streak. He loved power, got off on it, especially when exerting it over others. Over me. But making me dance in front of his friends, business associates, the girls … it was different. Even for Donnie. He flaunted me, wore me on his arm like a trophy, let men watch me with him in his back room, but he never allowed his men to look or touch in public. It was his golden rule, and tonight, he’d almost broken it.
“Joy, say it,” Donnie’s voice was harsh. Impatient.
I chewed harder, biting down on the soft flesh inside my lip. Air rushed from my lungs as Donnie’s body slammed into me knocking me back against the desk, the edge of the wood cutting into the backs of my thighs. “Tell. Me. You’re. Mine.”
I refused to look at him. Anger and fear coursed through my veins, fueling my defiance. Or was it Dawson’s face imprinted on my mind? The look in his eyes. He wasn’t supposed to see me like this.
“You would defy me? After everything I’ve done for you?” Rough fingers dug into my hips. “I was the one there for you after he left. Me. No one else, Joy. Me. I saved you. Gave you everything.”
You broke me. Ruined me, I wanted to scream. I wanted to pound my fists against his crisp white shirt and hurt him, just as he constantly hurt me. But you let him hurt you.
“Look at me, baby. Look. At. Me.” Donnie’s fingers drifted up to my chin and tilted my head up. “Be a good a girl and I’ll reward you.”
No!
Yes.
The deep craving stirred in my stomach growing like a rapid until my whole body hummed with need. Donnie fumbled between us and drew his free hand up, holding a clear baggy. The white powder stared back at me. Taunting. Calling.
“No.” My voice sounded detached. A plea on the lips of someone else.
Yes , my body screamed.
“Tell me you don’t want it.” Donnie waved the clear bag back and forth in front of my eyes.
Dawson’s face flashed in my mind again. What would he think if he knew? Shame washed over me but did little to quell the urge to tear the bag from Donnie’s hand.
Donnie forced his knee between my legs, crushing me further against the desk. His thumb pressed hard against my bottom
“Joy,” Terry, one of Donnie’s right-hand men leaned close. “Donnie wants to see you.” His hand hovered above my arm, a look of regret shining in his eyes.
I gave him a terse nod ignoring Sherri’s pleading glare.
I’d made my bed.
Now, I’d have to lie in it.
I found Donnie standing at his desk. Had it really only been a couple of hours since we were last in here? It felt longer somehow. A different night.
“Baby, come over here.” Donnie’s hardened glare tracked me as I moved across the office.
“Why?” The word tumbled out. I hadn’t realized until I saw him standing there with a smug look on his face that I was going to challenge him, but something Sherri had said to me kept replaying in my mind. He took it one step too far.
“Shh.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and buried his face in me, his alcohol-tinged breath licking my skin.
My eyes clamped shut. “Why, Donnie? Just tell me why?”
Donnie’s hands tightened on my shoulder, biting into my slick skin. “You know why,” he breathed against my neck raggedly.
Overcome with something I hadn’t let myself feel for a long time, I felt the tears build behind my eyes. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Don’t give him the satisfaction.
“Tell me you’re mine, baby,” Donnie’s voice was softer this time, but his grip didn’t loosen.
I drew my lip between my teeth, biting down the urge to scream or cry or pound Donnie. How could he embarrass me so openly? Behind closed doors was one thing, but parading me in front of the whole club. In front of Dawson. I didn’t ever doubt Donnie’s sick and twisted streak. He loved power, got off on it, especially when exerting it over others. Over me. But making me dance in front of his friends, business associates, the girls … it was different. Even for Donnie. He flaunted me, wore me on his arm like a trophy, let men watch me with him in his back room, but he never allowed his men to look or touch in public. It was his golden rule, and tonight, he’d almost broken it.
“Joy, say it,” Donnie’s voice was harsh. Impatient.
I chewed harder, biting down on the soft flesh inside my lip. Air rushed from my lungs as Donnie’s body slammed into me knocking me back against the desk, the edge of the wood cutting into the backs of my thighs. “Tell. Me. You’re. Mine.”
I refused to look at him. Anger and fear coursed through my veins, fueling my defiance. Or was it Dawson’s face imprinted on my mind? The look in his eyes. He wasn’t supposed to see me like this.
“You would defy me? After everything I’ve done for you?” Rough fingers dug into my hips. “I was the one there for you after he left. Me. No one else, Joy. Me. I saved you. Gave you everything.”
You broke me. Ruined me, I wanted to scream. I wanted to pound my fists against his crisp white shirt and hurt him, just as he constantly hurt me. But you let him hurt you.
“Look at me, baby. Look. At. Me.” Donnie’s fingers drifted up to my chin and tilted my head up. “Be a good a girl and I’ll reward you.”
No!
Yes.
The deep craving stirred in my stomach growing like a rapid until my whole body hummed with need. Donnie fumbled between us and drew his free hand up, holding a clear baggy. The white powder stared back at me. Taunting. Calling.
“No.” My voice sounded detached. A plea on the lips of someone else.
Yes , my body screamed.
“Tell me you don’t want it.” Donnie waved the clear bag back and forth in front of my eyes.
Dawson’s face flashed in my mind again. What would he think if he knew? Shame washed over me but did little to quell the urge to tear the bag from Donnie’s hand.
Donnie forced his knee between my legs, crushing me further against the desk. His thumb pressed hard against my bottom
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