There wouldn’t be any help out here.
“Michael…” I said quietly, not sure what I was asking.
“He’ll be here soon,” Damon said, sounding like he was saying, it’ll all be over soon.
A shiver ran up my spine, and I sucked in a welcome breath as he took his knee off my chest.
But the freedom from his weight didn’t last. He came down on me again, forcing my thighs apart as he nestled his waist between my jean-clad legs. Every muscle in my body tensed as he propped himself up with both arms, staring down at me.
“Now that I have you to myself,” he taunted, his gaze turning heated.
I jerked, pulling at the restraints and letting out a growl. Tears spilled down the sides of my head in my hair, and I heaved breath and breath, trying to yank my arms free.
“Such a fighter,” he commended. “I knew you were going to be a lot of fun.”
I pressed my bare feet into the mattress, squirming and trying to arch my body off the bed, but he only laughed, pressing his hardening cock between my legs.
I cringed, turning my head away and trying to sink into the pillow to get away from him.
“Keep doing that,” he begged. “It feels so good, Rika.”
And then he lowered his mouth to my cheek. “Come on,” he breathed out, his tongue flicking my jaw. “You know it’s going to happen. I think you’re afraid you’ll like it.”
I shook my head and turned to meet his eyes, glaring at him. “You won’t do this. I know you.”
“You don’t.” His voice turned threatening.
But I pressed forward. “You’re mean and you’re sleazy, but you’re not evil,” I gritted out. “I thought you and Kai—or Trevor—were going to hurt me that night, even for just a while. I didn’t know if it was a joke or if you were for real, but I didn’t feel safe. I was scared out of my mind.”
He watched me, hovering his mouth over mine.
“But you didn’t let him,” I shot out. “You didn’t let him hurt me. It was a joke for you, but once you realized Trevor was carrying it further than you’d planned, you stopped him. You’re not bad.”
His tongue flicked my chin, and I squeezed my eyes shut, my chest shaking with sobs as he trailed it down my neck and to my breast, over my blouse.
“You’re not bad,” I said, pulling against the restraints and feeling his tongue circle my nipple through the fabric. “You’re not bad.”
“No, I’m not,” he said, hovering over my breast. “I’m nothing. I’m a piece of shit. I’m garbage.”
And then he pushed up, climbing off the bed and looking down at me, his eyes now ice cold. “And I’m going to be your nightmare, Erika Fane.”
He turned around and walked for one of the chairs to my left and sat down, looking disturbingly calm.
There was a shield over his eyes now, and I forced the hard lump down my throat, fearing he was done talking.
He sat. And waited.
“So what?” I argued. “Trevor’s in charge of you now? Did you learn how to be somebody’s bitch in prison?”
He smirked, leaning back in the chair with his forearm resting on the table to his right.
“If you do this,” I bit out, “you’ll lose them forever.”
“Who?”
“The guys,” I clarified. “They’re your family, and they’ll never forgive you for this.”
He shook his head, looking away. “It’s too late anyway. Things will never be the same now.”