“Damn, baby girl. I think that deserves a round of applause.” He claps his hands together and laughs. “And maybe a reward. What do you think, son?” Nick says nothing, and Blake’s eyes narrow. When he waves his hand for him to come over, my heart drops. “Come here, dickhead.”
There’s a shuffle, and then Nick appears next to me, shadows beneath tired eyes. “What?”
Blake claps him on the back, hard enough to make him wince. “I’m only doing this to teach you. You’re afraid of pussy.”
“I’m not—”
“Stop lying,” he growls. “You’re not strong. You’re not ready to be a leader of this club. Not yet. Now, let’s get you reacquainted with the cleanest, freshest pussy in this place, all ready for you to eat.”
His eyes widen. “No, Pops. She’s yours—”
“And she will be, but I’m too pissed off to reward her, and I just want to sink into a nice, tight, wet hole. She’s too fucking dry.”
I open my mouth to scream, but can’t. That’s when I spot the empty glass Nick gave me on the table. It was him—the reason I can’t move. He drugged me.
Shifting to the side, Nick takes Blake’s place and doesn’t look me in the eye when his fingers catch the thin material of my panties. “Don’t be so fucking gentle. Snap it.”
Furrowing his brow, he tugs until it breaks. It’s viciously ripped from my body as Blake then reaches out and tears my dress right down the front as if it’s nothing more than tissue. I can’t believe this is happening as Nicolas lifts my legs around his shoulders and leans in closer.
Cold air nips at me as tears endlessly trickle down the sides of my face. I try to scream again but can’t. Even as his hot breath blows against my inner thigh, lips brushing against my skin.
My breath is sharp as I inhale when his tongue flicks out and licks me. The sensation is strange and twists my stomach into knots. I don’t like it as he sucks and licks, followed by an uncomfortable pinch as one of his fingers slips inside of me. I whine in pain as he pumps them in and out, fingernails scraping the inner parts of my flesh. My eyes squeeze shut.
Stop. Stop. Stop.
He doesn’t.
“Good girl,” Blake whispers, sitting on my other side. Reaching over, he touches my breast, stroking my nipple. My lower stomach clenches as something unbearable claws through my body. They both keep going until I no longer feel like a person. Just a thing they’re both poking and prodding in ways they shouldn’t.
After a while, Blake taps Nicolas’ shoulder.
“Enough.” Nick stops and gets off me, expression pained for a few seconds before disappearing, and Blake chuckles. “There you go. That wasn’t so bad, was it? Now get the fuck out.”
Turning away, Nick gets up and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him. Blake’s mouth stretches wide. “Now it’s my turn.”
Lips slam against my mouth, his tongue thrusting past my teeth. It’s more like a brutal assault than a kiss, and I gag at the choking invasion. Reaching down to his pants, he undoes his belt. “Your sister handed your soul over to me, baby girl, and now you’re all mine,” he says, popping the button of his jeans and tugging them down.
Put it on, Heidi.
Do as he says.
My world fades. Nicole planned this?
The more my thoughts try to piece together what’s happening, the more I can’t help thinking that she had no intention of taking me to a party tonight. She offered me over to Blake to save herself from whatever trouble she’s gotten herself in, and the realization of that shatters my heart. I can’t believe it. Why would she do this to me?
I cry silently, trapped in a drug haze.
Even though I never asked, Nicole often explained what men’s penises looked like, but I don’t expect Blake’s to look like this as he pulls his boxers down. It’s horrifyingly big and thick, a bulging vein throbbing angrily down the middle. It’s hard, poking upward, and the thought that he’s going to put it inside of me breaks me.
Sliding his hand down my stomach, he touches my body roughly, groping and mauling parts of me that no one has ever felt. Then he grabs himself and breathes a laugh of surprise.
“I’ve not been this hard in a long time.” He breathes out, face wrinkling with pleasure as he strokes his erection. Catching me looking, he grins. “You like?” My teeth grind together when he unexpectedly forces a finger deep inside of me, now tender from when his son did it. “So tight. You’re going to hurt me.”
Taking his finger out and smearing wetness over me, he forces my legs wider apart and rubs the tip of himself against me. Then, without warning, he’s pushing inside and splitting me open.
Pain.
It’s cutting. Intrusive. Wrong.
I can’t breathe. I can’t even think of anything but this agony.
As he pushes inside me again, my head smacks off the headboard hard, and everything goes black. My head throbs, as if my skull has been split open. “I haven’t come from a pussy in a long time. Not since Nick’s mama,” I hear him say but can’t see him, head dizzy and stomach nauseous.
But I still feel his attack, every bit of it.
What a strange sensation it is to feel yourself slipping away, only to be yanked back as scorching vomit spews past my lips. I’m choking on it, and all he does is just laugh. “Oh, no, you don’t, bitch.”
Bending me over, I vomit on the floor at the side of my bed. Once I finish emptying the contents of my stomach, Blake’s flipping me back down, and then I’m gone again. Maybe Nicolas did overdose me. Maybe I did hit my
