Exhaustion creeps into my bones.Not the same as I experienced post-mountain climbing.This tiredness from being touched by them hits differently.I am lulled into a state of eroticism, body and brain.In other words, I’m useless.
I remove my dress—they made me wear this, so I was more accessible to them.Dear god, who are they?Am I asking that question?I know who they are.What type of men they are.They don’t even bother hiding it.They’re dangerous.My life is in their hands right now.
I shake my head and step into the shower.Nothing is going to happen to me.I will survive this.I will save my father.We will escape and leave all this terribleness behind us.
But as I lather myself up, I relive every moment again to where I tell myself to stop thinking about it.I put on a pair of track bottoms and an old t-shirt and get into the king-size bed.I honestly don’t care that I’ve taken Tristan’s room.He deserves it.
But I need to sleep.So I can handle whatever these billionaires throw at me next.I fall asleep pretty quickly, but my dreams are chaotic.They’re there touching me.Flames all around me.Suddenly I’m burning up.My clothes feel too heavy on my body.They’re going to catch fire.In my slumberous state, I rip off my track bottoms and the T-shirt, but my dream changes again.They’re kissing me.I’m on fire.Naked but hot.
I toss and turn, kicking the covers off me, pulling them up again, until finally slumber takes me.
And then my subconscious tells me I’m sleeping for too long.Am I sleeping the day away?Where even am I?
But on the rim of my consciousness, I’m aware there’s something else happening all around me.
**Chapter Eleven
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Madisyn
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An encompassing, inescapablepresence consumes me.I’m lying on my stomach.My left leg bent at the knee.The comforter only covers my butt.The same inflamed heaviness sliding up and down my body intensifies.
My eyes open.I’m awake now.But I don’t move, careful not to speed up my breathing in case I give myself away.
I’m not alone.
I’m not alone in this room.
They’re watching me sleep.
I should have stashed a knife under my pillow.But it’s fine.I can fight them.I have a black belt in karate and street credentials.They might be stronger and infinitely more dangerous, but I won’t go down without a fight.
It doesn’t help that I’m naked.
I jump up from the bed, taking the comforter with me.Great.The thing is so heavy I’m using all my strength to keep it against me.At the sight of them lounging around the room in various states of repose—Kaiser seated, Ren leaning against a desk, Tristan standing with his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
It’s clear they’ve showered and changed out of their suits.I can smell their soap and fresh cologne.My body seems to answer to them at once.My pussy clenches and becomes dewy.Oh god.Not that again.They may have crept into my fantasies when I first targeted them, but in reality, they’re just far more threatening.
“I can explain,” I say conciliatorily.I have no choice.They have the advantage.I have to sell my story and hope they buy it.
“Oh, now that we’re all alone, we’re all ears.Start at the beginning,” Kaiser says.
We’re all alone?What does that mean?Apprehension smothers me.“Where is everyone?”I ask in a small voice.
“Gone,” Ren says.“Back home.Just in time before the worst of the storm hits too,” he continues, his tone conversational as he takes a seat in one of the big chairs in the room.
“There’s no one here?”I ask rather stupidly.
“It’s just us, girlfriend,” Kaiser says.
“I can’t believe you put your family in danger like that.Sending them out in the storm in a helicopter.What is wrong with you?”
“Our helicopter can fly through anything.It’s military grade.A bit of a snowstorm is nothing.Also, would you have preferred them to stay and hear you scream?”
I swallow hard.
