“Ride Jensen’s dick, baby,” Damien commands, gathering my hair in his hand, holding it back. “Squeeze that perfect pussy around him, Quinn.”
“Oh my God,” I gasp, the fabric of their ties cutting into my wrists.
“My cock can’t get enough of you,” Jensen bites out, bucking his hips from the bed, hammering into me.
And suddenly, I’m right there, on the brink of the edge.
“Fucking take it,” Damien urges, groaning under his breath as he watches me come. “Good girl,” he praises, smacking my ass. “You’re ours, Quinn.” He sneaks his hand between my legs, rubbing my clit in slow, torturous circles as I climax again. “Don’t you ever fucking forget that.”
The party has completely come to life as we make our way back downstairs, only two hours left until the clock strikes midnight. Jensen hands me another tall glass of champagne, before raising his.
“What a great way to end the year,” he says. “With a bang.”
“I’ll drink to that,” I happily reply, taking a small sip until someone bumps into my shoulder, almost knocking me over.
“What the fuck, man,” Micah snaps, and they’re all on alert.
“Watch where the fuck you’re going,” Damien coldly threatens.
“My bad,” the guy says. A royal blue mask hides his identity, and he apologetically holds up his hands. “I meant no harm. Wasn’t watching where I was going—”
Suddenly, my glass falls from my grasp, shattering against the floor.
My heart hammers.
I’m no longer breathing.
I’m paralyzed with emotions I can’t comprehend.
I feel like I’m going to be sick.
“Shit,” the guy curses, moving closer as I step back, nearly dragging Micah in front of me in the process. “You okay?”
That voice.
I know that voice.
It’s him.
Eric Spellman.
My rapist.
“Quinn?” Damien questions, his jaw clenched tight with concern.
“What’s wrong?” Jensen asks, grabbing my arm.
And I flinch.
“Quinn,” Damien repeats, louder.
“Quinn,” Eric cheerfully lets out, as if nothing’s happened between us.
As if he didn’t ignore me when I begged him to stop. When I said no to him. Over and over. When I struggled beneath him the best that I could, while he pinned me against the stiff mattress. When he gave me no choice other than to take his invasion, whether I consented or not.
“It’s good to see you again,” he begins, until I turn fast on my heel.
Bolting toward the front door, I do the only thing I can think of in this moment.
This time, I escape.
CHAPTER 9
My whole world collapses around me as I run out into the night, embracing the cold, winter air. My chest tightens, and my vision becomes blurry. Bumping into several people on the front steps, I trip and fall onto the hard pavement, tearing the skin off my knees.
Gasping for air to fill my deprived lungs, tears fill my eyes. I can hear everyone asking if I’m okay while they try to help me to my feet, yet I swat them away, screaming out in hysteria.
“Quinn,” Micah shouts from over my shoulder, quickly dropping to his knees beside me.