anger out. I need you. I want you, and I’m going to have you.”
I struggled only to have him hold me so tightly I couldn’t breathe.
He leaned down with his ragged breath fluttering against my forehead. “I could fuck you on this terrace with or without your permission and not a damn person would stop me. Think about that, hmm?” The sinister quality to his voice returned in full force. He secured my wrists in one of his hands, pinning them behind my back. “Have you kept your pussy untouched and wet for me like I told you to?”
“Stop it,” I whispered.
He lifted the hem of my dress and touched the crux of my thighs. “Tell me if you’ve been a dirty fucking slut or my angel, Keaton. Tell me right fucking now before I lose my temper.”
“Keaton, is everything all right?” Reese’s soothing voice became music to my ears.
Biting into a frustrated smile, Gregory released me. “It’s not your business, man.”
“She’s my fiancée,” Reese countered weakly, “and you shouldn’t touch her like that.”
Cracking his neck, Gregory marched up to Reese with speed and purpose.
Reese held up his hands, attempting to appear unassuming. “I don’t want any trouble. I just think you should leave her alone.”
“What the fuck are you going to do about it?” Gregory’s flippancy shook what little was left of Reese’s confidence. “The way you’re almost pissing your pants, I’m pretty sure you won’t do much of shit. I could fuck Keaton in front of you—believe me”—he sucked the fingers that touched me earlier with a smirk—”she’s very wet for it—and you wouldn’t do a goddamn thing to stop me. Because you’re a pussy, aren’t you, boy?” Gregory shoved him in his chest, causing him to stumble back. “She’s not your fiancée. She’s not your anything because she’s mine.”
“Leave him alone.” I swiftly walked over to Reese, offering to help him to stand. He balked at me, shaking his head and stood on his own.
An abrupt slap on my ass made me jolt up in shock and disgust. “We’re not done, Keaton. I’ll see you around.” With a wink, he left the terrace.
“Was that him?” Reese asked, his eyes cast down in embarrassment.
“It…doesn’t matter. Can we go home?” I hugged my bare shoulders from the chilly night air. The sensation I felt when Gregory destroyed me returned. I was left vulnerable and unprotected.
“Why did you just let him touch you like that, Keaton?” Reese asked, his voice raised. “Why didn’t you stop him or call for help?”
“Because I—”
“Don’t!” He held up his hand. “I’m beginning to realize you weren’t an innocent victim. That maybe you asked for what he did to you. You…were acting like his personal whore. It was disgusting to see.”
“W-what?” The more I blinked, the less I could comprehend the acidic words he threw at me.
Shaking his head with a disappointment that gutted me, he headed back inside, leaving me alone on the terrace.
A WAKENING OUT of my heavily drugged state, I found myself in an uncomfortable position. My body was vertical and bound by the wrists. Leather cuffs bit into my skin, forcing the majority of my body weight to hang by my wrists. When I tried to move, the sound of metal grinding against metal rang inside my ears. My mobility was restricted to only a few centimeters.
Leather cuffs surrounded my ankles, forcing my legs to remain apart. Naked. Vulnerable. My strength and modesty were stolen from me by way of leather strips and chains, binding me in place and putting my naked body on display for anyone to see.
The discomfort inside my mouth made me grimace in pain. The side of my face felt tight and slightly plump. When I poked my tongue around, I found that two of my third molars on either side of my mouth were missing. My tongue was poked with the prickliness of self-dissolving stitches, closing the open wound.
The moment the haze of tears cleared from my vision, a
I struggled only to have him hold me so tightly I couldn’t breathe.
He leaned down with his ragged breath fluttering against my forehead. “I could fuck you on this terrace with or without your permission and not a damn person would stop me. Think about that, hmm?” The sinister quality to his voice returned in full force. He secured my wrists in one of his hands, pinning them behind my back. “Have you kept your pussy untouched and wet for me like I told you to?”
“Stop it,” I whispered.
He lifted the hem of my dress and touched the crux of my thighs. “Tell me if you’ve been a dirty fucking slut or my angel, Keaton. Tell me right fucking now before I lose my temper.”
“Keaton, is everything all right?” Reese’s soothing voice became music to my ears.
Biting into a frustrated smile, Gregory released me. “It’s not your business, man.”
“She’s my fiancée,” Reese countered weakly, “and you shouldn’t touch her like that.”
Cracking his neck, Gregory marched up to Reese with speed and purpose.
Reese held up his hands, attempting to appear unassuming. “I don’t want any trouble. I just think you should leave her alone.”
“What the fuck are you going to do about it?” Gregory’s flippancy shook what little was left of Reese’s confidence. “The way you’re almost pissing your pants, I’m pretty sure you won’t do much of shit. I could fuck Keaton in front of you—believe me”—he sucked the fingers that touched me earlier with a smirk—”she’s very wet for it—and you wouldn’t do a goddamn thing to stop me. Because you’re a pussy, aren’t you, boy?” Gregory shoved him in his chest, causing him to stumble back. “She’s not your fiancée. She’s not your anything because she’s mine.”
“Leave him alone.” I swiftly walked over to Reese, offering to help him to stand. He balked at me, shaking his head and stood on his own.
An abrupt slap on my ass made me jolt up in shock and disgust. “We’re not done, Keaton. I’ll see you around.” With a wink, he left the terrace.
“Was that him?” Reese asked, his eyes cast down in embarrassment.
“It…doesn’t matter. Can we go home?” I hugged my bare shoulders from the chilly night air. The sensation I felt when Gregory destroyed me returned. I was left vulnerable and unprotected.
“Why did you just let him touch you like that, Keaton?” Reese asked, his voice raised. “Why didn’t you stop him or call for help?”
“Because I—”
“Don’t!” He held up his hand. “I’m beginning to realize you weren’t an innocent victim. That maybe you asked for what he did to you. You…were acting like his personal whore. It was disgusting to see.”
“W-what?” The more I blinked, the less I could comprehend the acidic words he threw at me.
Shaking his head with a disappointment that gutted me, he headed back inside, leaving me alone on the terrace.
A WAKENING OUT of my heavily drugged state, I found myself in an uncomfortable position. My body was vertical and bound by the wrists. Leather cuffs bit into my skin, forcing the majority of my body weight to hang by my wrists. When I tried to move, the sound of metal grinding against metal rang inside my ears. My mobility was restricted to only a few centimeters.
Leather cuffs surrounded my ankles, forcing my legs to remain apart. Naked. Vulnerable. My strength and modesty were stolen from me by way of leather strips and chains, binding me in place and putting my naked body on display for anyone to see.
The discomfort inside my mouth made me grimace in pain. The side of my face felt tight and slightly plump. When I poked my tongue around, I found that two of my third molars on either side of my mouth were missing. My tongue was poked with the prickliness of self-dissolving stitches, closing the open wound.
The moment the haze of tears cleared from my vision, a
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