Oh god. It feels sore, but deliciously so. I probe gently, pushing my finger up there, and then gasp when a gush of cum slides out.
My face is on fire, but it’s so naughty that it’s good. Will we do it like that again? Because his giant horse cock in my ass was the most wicked thing I’ve ever felt. And it was oh so good. Plus, feeling his cum dripping out of me afterwards was almost like a reward, like I was being marked as his.
God, I love it all. I’ve never been so happy before.
My fingers moving slow and sensually, I wash that tender and hidden place. Grayson’s playground. And I want him to play in there again. This time, I want to watch him and see his face when he eases his big dick in there. I want to see every expression while we’re fucking.
Suddenly, the bathroom door bursts open. I turn with a smile for Grayson. Did he want to do it again in the bathroom? If so, I’m more than ready.
“I guess you couldn’t wait—”
I gasp when I see a man I don’t recognize.
Oh my god! What’s going on?
I scream. The man is huge with a bald head and narrow, lifeless eyes. He’s bulging with muscles in a bad way, and wears a black trench coat over a completely black outfit underneath. This man looks like a killer. I scream again and stumble back in the slippery shower as he yanks the glass door open and roughly pulls me out. I kick and scream and my feet thump frantically into the glass door. The sound booms like thunder but the translucent pane doesn’t break.
The man doesn’t stop. I twist away from him and slash at his face with my fingernails. He recoils for a moment, and I dart away and sprint for the door.
“Grayson!” My lover’s name tears from my throat in terror as I run.
But the alpha male doesn’t come.
The intruder grabs me but his hand slips on my wet, naked skin. Running frantically, I take off again like a rocket. But this time, the strange man grabs both my arms and shakes me. My naked boobs fly all over the place.
“Grayson!” is my choked gasp. What’s going on? Oh god, is this guy going to kidnap and rape me? I scream and scream, but Grayson doesn’t come. Where is he? Where’s the man who’s supposed to save me?
My screams ring out loud and desperate as the monster drags my naked and wet form from the huge bathroom and to the bed where I’m sure he’s about to do something nefarious.
“Please! Somebody! Anybody! Help me!” come my desperate cries.
Even as I scream my head off, I fight like hell. And suddenly, I catch sight of Grayson from the corner my eye. Relief descends over my frame.
“Grayson, thank God! Help! Please!”
But Grayson just stands there. He doesn’t do anything. For just a split second I stop struggling, unable to comprehend why he isn’t pulling this monster off me. Can’t he see that I’m wet and naked, desperately trying to get away? This can’t be right. Something is very, very wrong.
“Grayson!” I scream his name again, making eye contact. “Help me!”
But he does nothing. He merely turns away and says, “It has to be this way, Trina.”
What in the world? My man—at least the person I thought was my man—just stands there, big and solid and muscular, while a savage stranger drags me away. Grayson does nothing. His face is completely shuttered and unreadable.
My mouth drops open, and instantly, I stop fighting. Every sound in the room comes to a screeching halt, leaving us in a ringing silence. A sharp pain slashes through my chest and my body sags in his cruel grip.
My heart is breaking even as I lie there like a limp, broken doll.
Grayson never cared about me. Numb as an icicle now, I don’t resist as the intruder bundles me into a robe. Grayson is looking at me now, his face as stoic as stone. I’m shaking like a leaf and my chest burns like there’s no oxygen in the room. My life’s falling apart, but the man I love merely looks away as the stranger drags me out of the room and down the hall. Pretty soon, we’ve gone back through the maze, down an elevator, and out to a black car idling on the curb.
Numb. I’m completely numb.
The leather seat squeaks under my wet legs. Another man sits in the limo, but after a brief look at me, he ignores everything but the phone glowing in his hand. My kidnapper bangs the roof and instantly the car jolts from the curb.
This situation is worse than I imagined. I’ve literally been kidnapped as the man I love looked on, doing nothing. I don’t care where they take me now. There’s only the pain in my chest, a physical stab where my heart used to be. Did Gray ever love me? Did he ever care? Because the answer’s all too clear.