One guy was wrapping his cock to ready himself to drive into her. The one standing next to her, with one hand on his dick and the other pinning her to the table by her throat, kept telling her to calm down.
"It gets me off. You promised me you'd do this."
She struggled against him, her hands tugging on his wrist, her legs held in place by the guy between them.
I edged closer and looked at her face.
I focused on her eyes. Those goddamn beautiful blue eyes looked at me with a plea I'll never forget.
It wasn't a roleplay. She was terrified.
I pushed the guy between her legs aside before he dove in. He lunged back at me but gave up when I snarled at him. I turned back, and the bastard holding her by her throat told me to fuck off because he was her boyfriend.
He said he made the rules.
" This is my property," he growled at me. " You can go to fucking hell."
My fists flew, his nose broke and his girlfriend slid off the table and disappeared.
I ended my night in the office of the owner, threatening to expose him.
He told me he'd take care of her. He swore he'd change protocol.
I never bothered to step foot in the place again.
I throw the empty bottle of scotch against the wall. It shatters sending a shower of glass everywhere. I drop to my knees and bury my face in my hands.
Why the fuck didn't I see her face then? I wasted too much of my life without her, and now, I don't know if I'll ever see her again.
***
"Crew." Adley's soft voice whispers in my ear. "I'm here. I'm right here."
I feel her arms circle me from behind. The warmth of her skin caresses my bare back.
"I've got you." She peppers my shoulder with kisses.
I roll over on the floor, my head pounding, my eyes shuttered closed. "Adley."
"Tell me you're all right," she whispers against my mouth.
I reach up and grab her shoulders. The heat from her skin soothes me. "You knew. You knew it was me all along."
She crawls closer to me. Her entire body presses into mine. "I knew."
I know why she didn't tell me. I looked right through her that night. I only saw her fear. I didn't see her face.
I move to sit up, but the fucking room is spinning. I rest my head back down on the cold floor. "I should have killed that bastard. You didn't belong in that place. Why the fuck were you in that place?"
"The same reason you were." Her hand runs over my chest. "I wanted the thrill. I wanted to feel a rush. I wanted more than he could give me."
A deep guttural sound escapes me. It's pained. It's primal. It's uncontrollable. "I was there. I was fucking there and didn't see what was right in front of me."
"You see me now," she says through a sob. I feel her tears on my skin. "You love me now."
"I love you. I'll never stop."
She nestles against my chest, her breathing slowing. "When you looked at me that night, I knew you felt my fear. I knew you'd save me."