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My eyes move around the room. There’s a girl sucking on a cock while another man thrusts into her. I furrow my brows. She looks familiar, but the lights play tricks on me. I blink fast to stop the distortion of my vision.
Heat rushes through me, flooding my insides. My pussy clenches, tingles erupting between my thighs and shooting up to my core. Without any inhibition, I reach for the hot man’s cock and stroke it through his pants.
“Did I give you permission to touch?” he growls.
Dizziness assaults me. My legs tremble, everything starting to ache at the command that holds such dark promise.
“Are you going to touch me?” I murmur.
His lips brush against my ear. My legs wobble when his tongue juts out to trace the outer shell. “Is that what you want, Dakota?”
“I want…” I can’t get the words out; they’re caught in the back of my throat like I’m choking on them.
He slides a hand underneath the dress, slowly grazing the sensitive skin between my thighs.
Oh God, I’m so wet.
“We need to get out of here.”
“I can’t,” I say in a muffled tone even I can barely recognize. Everything is floating, including me. The only thing real is his hand between my legs, so close to my pussy, but not touching. He drags a finger through the wetness on my thighs.
I gasp. I’m so turned on right now, I’m melting fast under his demanding touch.
“You want to stay here?” he murmurs, his finger sweeping over my pussy lips. “Why? Do you like what you see? Is that what turns you on?”
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“Yes… I am turned on…” Her whisper is soft, her words electric. “But not by that…”
The beat of her pulse throbs harder, faster under my fingers where they rest at her throat. She turns a little, her soft, seductive scent a welcome addition to the air. Welcome over what the hell they’ve got pumping through in the room in front of us that’s meant to mask the smell of sex.
Jesus, this little girl’s fucked all the way up. I cup her chin, twisting her head toward me.
Dakota’s pupils are blown. There’s a slight unevenness to her focus. But so much glitters in those eyes.
It turns something dark inside me. I don’t have to like Dakota. Based on what I’ve heard from others around the ship, she’s completely self-absorbed, basking in her social media fame.
It’s amazing what a man learns by being silent, on the outside looking in, just letting words flow.
I’ve heard that this girl posts pictures and videos of herself and tells people about products she loves. She’s even got companies after her. Clothes, beauty products, even a record label because she once sang a song when she was almost seventeen that got her the first few million hits. She hasn’t done anything noteworthy or important. Sure, she’s created her own brand, but what the hell else has she done that’s even the slightest bit worthwhile?
But more importantly, these fuckers know all this. She’s a prize to them. The fact she’s both in the public eye yet remains untouched by the cynicism.
They want a piece of her, like real-life vampires.
And I know I need to get her off here and soon.
The next boat to take people who aren’t going to the island is headed to another party at a private marina in Miami. And these assholes also changed the time the boat will leave. I stare hard at Dakota, my hand still beneath her skirt, the heat of her something that I could crave, and I wonder.
Did they do that for her? Did they change the schedule to keep their claws in her, to get her to the island?
Maybe she wasn’t fitting into their itinerary as they’d planned. Hence, they fucking doped her.
She makes a small sound, like she’s sinking deeper into the openness the drugs have created, and her pelvis pushes out, seeking my fingers.
“What did you take?” I ask. Because I don’t know her, and maybe she took something herself.
