“She really does love you, though.” She throws me a bright smile.
“I love her too,” I say, opening the top drawer next to the sink. Reaching up underneath it, I feel around for the little baggie I taped in place. I pull it down and wiggle it in front of her. “Want one?”
“Yes.” She claps her hands before taking the ecstasy I offer her.
We both pop one in and then grab the bottle of vodka, each taking a gulp. “Let’s go get the night going.”
Turning off the light, we exit my bathroom and bedroom. We make our way downstairs and are headed toward the front doors when we pass his office.
“Elli,” I hear him call out, and I release a sigh. I thought he was gone for the night. My mother left this morning for a girls’ trip with Kira’s mom. We’ve had a night out planned for three weeks now. Our first week as freshmen at Barrington University starts next week. We wanted to get out to celebrate our last week of freedom.
We enter his study to see him at his desk. Another man sits on the black leather couch. I’ve never seen him before. A younger guy, around our age, sits across from him in a chair. All eyes are on us. Mine go to my stepdad. He’s looking at Kira with disgust,. his fatherly instincts ashamed of her for wearing a tight miniskirt, heels, and a black bralette.
Then his eyes are on mine, and they darken even more. I learned at a young age that lust makes men primal. They’re fucking animals when they see something they want.
“Where are you two going?” he asks.
“Blackout,” Kira answers, and I fist my hands.
I was going to lie. He doesn’t like me going there. Bad things always happen at Blackout. But what do you expect when a Lord owns a nightclub? Tyson Crawford is what they consider an outcast in their society. He doesn’t give a fuck about anything or anyone. I like that about him. He’s also hot as fuck. I’d let him fuck me. Too bad I’m not allowed to fuck anyone else other than the man looking at me right now.
“Well,” he stands and buttons his suit jacket. “Go along, Kira. She’ll meet you there.”
Her blue eyes meet mine, and I can see her wanting to argue, but I give her a soft smile. “I’ll be right behind you.” Lie. I already know I won’t be leaving this house tonight. Not since my mother is gone. He’ll have all night to do whatever the fuck he wants with me.
“Okay. See you later, Mr. Roland.”
She turns from me, and he walks out from behind his desk. The only reason I let her go is because I know Sin will be at Blackout tonight. Otherwise, I wouldn’t let her go there alone. But she’s safer anywhere else in the world other than this room. That, I do know.
“Come here,” he commands. No longer putting on a show for my friend that is now gone.
Like a dog trained to obey its owner’s command, I walk toward him. My feet are heavy. I stop, and he grips my cheeks painfully, making me whimper. His eyes search mine and then fall to my lips. “Did you take anything?”
I close my eyes, my heart racing. “Yes,” I whisper honestly, unable to lie about the drugs. I learned my lesson that he always finds out when I do.
“Pills or powder?” he demands.
“Pills.”
He pushes me away, and I rub my face. “It was only o—”
He slaps me across the face before I can finish. Then I feel his fingers in my mouth. Shoving them down my throat, and I begin to gag. Instinct has me fighting, and I slap at his chest, pushing him away while I step back.
He yanks me behind the desk and pulls my skirt down my legs along with my underwear. Then he shoves me facedown onto the surface, making it rattle. Seconds later, I hear him removing his belt. “Hands behind your back.”
My heavy breathing fills the room, and I avoid looking at the other two men who are present. We’ve never had an audience before. But he knows I fantasize about multiple men. He makes me tell him everything. I bring them behind me and cross my wrists before I feel the leather wrap around them.
“You’ve trained her well.” The one on the leather couch finally speaks.
I glance over at him to see he’s got his hands steepled in front of him and one leg crossed over the other. His head tilted to the side while his dark eyes are on mine. “Take notes, kid.” He speaks to the younger guy that sits across from him.
“We’ve been doing this for quite some time.” James grunts. “Haven’t we, baby?” His hand runs over my pussy. His fingers slowly enter me, just enough that I push against it. “It’s all about the long game.” He goes on, pushing them in a little deeper, making me whimper.
My eyes are growing heavy. The pill starting to kick in. My face rests on the cold surface of his desk, and my ass wiggles.
“It hasn’t always been easy, but I’ve found that she responds the best to beatings than anything else. She likes it rough.” His fingers spread me wide, and I moan, my eyes falling shut. “You’ve got to train their minds before you touch their bodies.”
“Sounds like you’ve done all the hard work for me,” the kid says, and laughter follows.
I ignore them and focus on the fingers teasing my pussy. They feel too good. My legs spread wider for him, and he removes his fingers, making me groan in frustration.
“What did you take, Elli?” I hear him ask. His voice sounds far off.
“Hmm?” I mumble, my tongue heavy. I’m in a tunnel, far from anyone else.
A hand comes down on my ass, and I wiggle it, wanting more. My skin is starting to tingle, the room growing hot. Why didn’t he remove my shirt too?
“I said, what did you take?” he barks, that sting on my ass following, but I don’t feel it as much as the last time.
“Dude, she’s fucked.” The kid laughs once again.
I don’t know what they’re talking about. All I know is that I need something. Seconds later, the head of his dick is at my entrance, and my lips part on a shaky breath when he enters me.
He hates when I do drugs because he can’t reach me when I’m in bliss. My mind is free of anything or anyone. The drugs make it feel ten times better, though.
“Fuck her mouth, Lincoln. Until she’s throwing up whatever she swallowed,” James commands, and my pussy grips his dick, making him moan.
“My pleasure.” My heavy eyes watch the guy stand from the couch. His hands go to his belt.
“After she pukes, fuck it some more until nothing is left other than the cum you force her to swallow.” James pulls his cock out and then slams it forward. I’m aware of the wetness running down my thighs.
“What if she tries to bite my dick off?” he asks, laughing, now standing directly in front of the desk. His zipper is undone and his cock is in his hand.
I lick my numbing lips.
James pulls out of my pussy, slapping my ass once again. “She won’t. The whore loves to choke on cock.”
“You do know that if she took Molly, puking will only make her roll harder, right?” the kid speaks.
James stills, his cock buried deep into me. He leans over my back, gripping my hair, and yanks my face off the desk. Growling in my ear, he demands, “Is that what you took?”
I can’t even keep my eyes open, let alone answer. The side of my face stings, and my eyes open just enough to see the man standing in front of me slap me again. My vision goes blurry, and I can’t tell if it’s the drugs or unshed tears. I couldn’t care less either way. “He asked you a question, bitch.”