This is all my fault. I signed the contract. I know what the Billionaires Club is capable of. And I’m the one who dragged sweet Trina into all this, knowing full well the consequences if they found out what I was doing. Stupidly, I expected the hammer to only come down on me. I was naïve, believing that they would leave Trina alone. But what the hell was I thinking? Of course they would want her—after all, she’s by far the most beautiful woman any of us have ever seen. I’m just a dumb fuck by comparison, and easily replaceable to boot.
My injured fist clenches at my side and I spin from the reflection of myself, making myself sick and dizzy. My sudden movements splash bright red blood across the hardwood floor and the dark blue silk bedspread.
Trina’s name rings like a bell in my head.
Trina. Trina. Trina.
What a beautiful, innocent, and heartbreakingly sweet girl. What did she ever see in a fucked up guy like me?
On that first day of the interview, I wish she’d been ugly and haggard, skinny as a tramp with fake extensions and fake lashes. But then I never would’ve known how sweet she is. How perfect the girl is for me and me alone.
My spine straightens. That’s right. She’s perfect for me, not them. Not for the other billionaires who think they can buy and sell everything they see, including my girl. They’ll use her up, before throwing her by the wayside to rot. And not all the money in the world can make up for that.
Shit! I run my fingers though my hair in frustration. I feel the blood, sticky and copper-smelling, smearing my face as I rub my hands down my cheeks. I’m losing it.
Every time I think about Trina being dragged out of here, a little part of my sanity slips away. Mad and rabid, that’s how I feel, and glancing at the distorted image of my bloody face, that’s also how I look. Blood drips down my tightly clenched fists in scarlet rivulets. Everything around me is splashed with red and it feels like a fucking crime scene in here.
But the thing is, this is a crime scene. This is where Trina’s innocence was corrupted and stolen. And I was the criminal who did it all, left now only with the bloody remains of his regret.
Calm down.
Calm down.
Calm down.
Okay. Hands trembling, I force myself to take a deep breath and stride to the window. It’s dark up there in the sky. No sign of stars. Even the moon seems to be missing tonight. I can’t hear a thing except for the remorseful beating of my own heart. But with the air of a predator, I can sense the power and corruption within these walls, and the resulting danger to a young girl like Trina.
Goddammit! My fist slams into the window. The glass smears with blood but remains unbroken.
Trina shouldn’t be imprisoned in the clutches of the club. She belongs with me here and now and wherever our lives together take us. But a small part of me thinks, it had to be done…right? She had to go with him. They forced me. I couldn’t do a damn thing about it, because I broke the rules, and now it was time to pay the price.
Maybe if I tell myself that enough times, I’ll believe it.
But I know I’ll never believe it. Memories of our day together flood my mind. She was so happy from our trip to the amusement park, and seeing her with all that joy made me happy, too. I didn’t think it could get any better than this.
Stumbling into the suite from our trip, we laughed and teased each other. I ached to fuck her again and feeling horny as hell, I pulled off her clothes, getting her ready with kisses and pinches to her fat nipples. I wanted her to take my giant cock again, this time in her sweet and dripping twat.
“Grayson, you feel so good!” Trina gasped and wriggled from my touches, but even after I had her naked and two fingers jammed tight into her wet and quivering hole, she reluctantly pushed me away. Her cheeks were damp and red, her brown eyes soft with lust. My pretty girl was this close to letting me have her.
But she was desperate to be clean, she explained. My girl wanted to get in the shower and wash my seed from between her ass cheeks, just so I could pump into her again once she was done. I was completely on board with that, and ready to claim her body the way she claimed my heart.
I’d had it all planned out. In my mind’s eye, it was all there. She’d come out of the bathroom flushed pink from the hot water and the steam, her brown eyes soft and shy. Shirtless and still wearing my slacks, I would pull her to me, pull off her towel, drop down to my knees in front of her, and eat her sweet cunt until she came.