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I can focus on my friends for the rest of the night, and only daydream of murder a time or ten.
CHAPTER 15
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It’s past two in the morning by the time I stumble into my room, giggling for no reason and finding the floor particularly uneven.
The girls might be a year or two younger than me, but they can drink me under the table. I know better than to do shots with my sister ever again.
I’m only just conscious enough to remember to take a bottle of water from my mini fridge and put it on my bedside table. I throw my leather clutch on there too, as I have the painkillers I will no doubt need in a few hours.
All in all, it was a lovely evening. We drank, we danced, we drank some more and danced until my feet were sore, despite the block heels of my ankle boots. Some guys tried to cut in, but the girls never let them interfere for long, cutting the flirting down to a minimum. Apparently, that’s something Grace’s friends are known for on girls’ night out.
Bella’s fiancé was at the club, along with a bunch of his friends, but while they left together, they all stuck to their side booth.
I really like those girls. I hope I’ll get invited again.
I drop down on my bed, back against the mattress, closing my eyes, because the world is spinning a little too fast. I can feel myself drifting off into the deepest slumber, and then there’s nothing.
I have never felt better in my entire life. Pleasure rolls over me in waves, starting in my wet center, and traveling everything along my skin. So, that’s a wet dream. Except I’m not truly dreaming. There’s only darkness around me.
The first thing I consciously notice is the steady, high-pitched squeak of metal rasping against the wooden flooring. It pulls me away from the sumptuousdelights of sleep. But then there are other things. Wet noises, grunts, the stench of sex hitting my nostrils.
And friction, right there, between my legs. The weight of a body moving over me,insideme.
My body’s still languorous after the copious amount of alcohol I’ve ingested, but I will myself to blink.
I can barely see a thing, and yet there’s no denying who’s currently screwing me within an inch of my life.
I want to scream at him, but I’m panting too hard to manage a word.
I try to move my hands, but firm, unyielding binds keep them in place. Too bad. I would have slapped his treacherous face.
“Awake, huh? What a shame. I was having such a good time.”
The intruder fucking me lifts my legs over my head and sinks in harshly, deeper, with a visceral groan.
“You know it could have beenanyone? You left your fucking door open, love. Did you want to get fucked in your sleep by a perfect stranger?” Callum punctuates the last few words with punishing thrusts, making my poor single bed scream, and slam the back wall. “I think that slutty pussy of yours did. You’re so drenched.”
“Fuck you!” I manage to scream.
“I am fucking you, and you’re taking my cock so well, aren’t you? You truly are the perfect little fuck doll, even in your sleep. Especially in your sleep.”
I strain against the cuffs, wanting to wrap my fingers around his throat and squeeze, but the metal just bites my wrists, so instead I flail my legs to try to kick his damn face.
The asshole laughs. He has the fucking gall tolaugh, while grabbing my ankles, and pinning them to the mattress, spreading me wider.
“Go back to your fucking girlfriend and leave me alone!” I demand.
It’s highly depressing that although I’ve decided to never do this again, my body is completely betraying me, drenched and hot and clenching, taking everything he’s giving me, begging for more.
“If I’d known all it would take to get your attention was parading Camilla, I would have done it much sooner.”
“I don’t give a single fuck about your girlfriend.”
Callum grinds in and out of me with that maddening smirk. “Right. This is quite obviously you, not giving a fuck.”
I know I can’t get to him, but that doesn’t stop me from wrenching the restraint as hard as I can, writhing away from him, struggling to get up, to move.
