Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
One minute they’re there ... the next they’re gone.
Looking up at Mex as he steps back, cum dripping from the end of his cock, I notice he won’t look at me. Instead, he turns and reaches for his jeans, pulling them on before finally making eye contact. “Lay on the bed. We’re not done.”
We’re not?
I do as he asks, moving away from Fury who gives me a lazy grin. I lie on the bed and watch as Mex opens the drawers beside it and pulls out a set of cuffs. He walks over, leaning down and snapping one onto my wrist before putting the other end on the bed head. Then, he straightens. Desperate to know what it is he plans on doing, I’m completely shocked when he picks up his shirt and pulls it on.
“What are you doing?” I question, confused.
“You don’t think I’m stupid enough to let you leave, do you?”
Shock fills my body as it registers what he is doing.
He isn’t going to continue with me.
He is restraining me so I can’t leave.
Shaking my head, I’m utterly speechless as I stare over at him. Fury does, too, and when he goes to say something, Mex puts his hand up, stopping him. “We have a deal. She gives us information. She leaves. She ain’t here to run around the club scopin’ things out, actin’ like one of us. She ain’t.”
Those words, they hurt.
So much that it catches me off guard.
I can do nothing but stare in utter horror and heartbreak as Mex orders Fury out of the room before walking over to the door himself. There is no way he’s actually going to leave me here. Did he just use me to get me in this room? The thought that I was nothing more than a quick fuck to get to an outcome is crushing, utterly crushing. It hurts more than I could have ever imagined.
I might be a lot of things, but what Mex just did was a low blow.
Fucking low.
“You can’t leave me here. I’m naked ...”
Mex walks over, taking the blanket and jerking it back. He puts it over me and murmurs, “Have a good sleep.”
Then, he’s walking to the door.
“Mex,” I call out, waiting for the moment he turns and tells me he’s joking.
He doesn’t stop.
“Mex, please,” I plead. “You can’t honestly be doing this.”
Nothing.
He reaches the door and glances back at me, our eyes meet.
“Is that all this was? A way to get me where you wanted me?”
A sharp nod, then he’s gone.
“No,” I scream into the bitter emptiness. “Mex. Don’t leave me here.”
He doesn’t come back; he leaves me used and abused on the bed. Like nothing more than a cheap whore.
I never thought that would feel the way it does, but it’s soul crushing.
I just got used, and I fell for it.
I fell for it, and, more than that, I let it in.
I let him in.
I fucked up.
I fucked up so bad.
“WELL, WHAT HAVE WE here?”
Low male voices jerk me awake. I’m cold, and my skin is prickling beneath the light blanket. That prickling only intensifies when I realize that I’m no longer alone in this room. Cool fingers run up my thigh and I flinch, my surroundings become only slightly clearer as my eyes adjust. It’s dark in the room, only a dull light from outside where the party is still raging comes shining through.
“Get your hands off me,” I hiss, jerking my cuffed arm to no avail.
I’ve tried to escape, and even though I only have one arm secured to the bed, it is enough that I can’t get free. I did everything I could, I thought of every plan, but there was no way out without breaking my own hand to get there. I thought about it, but I figured Mex would come back eventually, so, I laid there and let my rage grow, and grow it did. Simmering inside me until it is ready to be unleashed.
That’s how I cope with hurt.
I smother it with anger.
The voice is a little closer now when the man growls, “And what are you going to do about it, sweet thing? You’re someone’s toy for later, but we can borrow you for now.”
We?
Squinting my eyes, I see the outline of two men. I don’t know who they are.
“She’s not wearin’ clothes, makes it even easier.”
The second male seems a little more hesitant than the first. “You know we’re not meant to be up here.”
“Relax, we’ll be quick. They’ll never know. Go on, feel how fuckin’ soft her flesh is.”
A hand glides up my leg, and I use my free foot to kick whoever it is so hard in the mouth his bellowed rage fills the room before another hard body slams over mine, his hand covering my mouth, digging in so intensely my teeth cut into my lip. I thrash and scream as he fights with his jeans, trying to get them down. There is no doubt in my mind these men are here to rape me.