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That thought leaves a nasty taste in my mouth.
Blood rushes between my temples, a throbbing in my ears reverberating like a banging gong. But slowly it dawns on me that the sound isn’t in my head. Someone is knocking on a door.
I stand up, my legs wobbly. A rattling sound makes me want to scream.
Looking around the room, I realize it’s not the door I barricaded. It’s also not the door Jaxson used earlier.
There’s another freaking door.
My God, how many entries are there to each room? How many people have been in and out of here since I arrived? I’m being watched from all angles by these sickos.
“Oh, shit…”
Someone thumps on the wood door again. The handle rattles and I walk toward it, ready to pull it open. Then I drop it like it’s on fire.
Jaxson would never knock.
The rattling stops. After a few seconds, the door shakes and something—or someone—slams against it.
Hard.
But it doesn’t budge. I grab the lamp next to my bed and tear the cord out just as the door slams open.
One of the men from the upstairs sex den stalks over to me, his eyes wild, full of lust and anger. “You never answered my question about your little cunt, cunt. Are you a virgin?” he growls through clenched teeth.
He doesn’t wait for my response before he lunges for me. I swing the lamp at his head. It crashes against the side of his skull. But he doesn’t go down. He just rips it from my hands.
I scream and dart around him toward the barricaded door. I kick the chair away and race out of the room. My eyes are blurred with tears. I trip and slam into a wall with my shoulder, but I refuse to slow down. My leg muscles tense and burn with each step.
His animalistic cry pierces the air behind me… loud, ragged breaths amplified in the air. The sounds make me shake, make me run harder. A masculine scent clogs my throat and lungs. His cologne.
He’s close.
But I can still get away. I run to the stairs at the end of the hall and race down to the first level.
The ballroom. If I can get there, I’ll hide outside and?—
A shriek tears from my lungs. He grabs my hair but I keep running. He only manages to pull a few strands from my head by the time I make it to the stairs.
My feet slip out from under me. Before I face-plant, I grab the railing and fly down, two steps at a time until I’m on the ground. With adrenaline pumping through my veins, I find the strength to rush to the ballroom.
But I’m a second too late. He yanks me backward and throws me to the ground, kicking me until I fall onto my back.
Terror invades every cell. I will fight with everything in me, but he’s bigger. Stronger. And he wants to hurt me.
Rape me.
He manages to avoid a kick to his groin and then unbuckles his belt. A sadistic laugh hits the air.
“No, no, no!”
Then, somehow, he stills and crumples on top of me. I roll out from under him just as he collapses.
“Dakota.”
I sob at the sound of Jaxson’s dark, rough voice as he hauls me up into his arms.
“Are you okay?”
