“I’m thinking extra cheese sandwiches, Greek salad, and some refreshing mojitos. My treat, of course.”
I hum, then wrap an arm around his and follow him through the string of shops. “You’re a heaven-sent, Julian. A true savior.”
“I concur wholeheartedly,” Mave says, making Julian and I laugh.
51.
Ilip-sync to Miley’sFlowersblasting through the speaker in my bedroom, and fluff my pillows before I can settle in for the night and give myself some much-needed self-care. I’ve got my face scrub, mask, and detoxing toner at the ready, and all I’ve gotta do now is find some snacks from the kitchen.
I make my way to the bedroom door, and have just opened it when my mom and her bodyguard come to a stop just outside my room. Her eyes are glazed over and red-rimmed, and her posture is loose. She’s drunk.
The very first thought that enters my mind is: Mave isn’t here, and it’s after 12. I’m alone right now, with only the night-shift guards at the estate’s entrance.
I swallow and tighten my grip on the door’s handle. “Mom,” I address her in a nonchalant tone.
“Bitch.” She takes a step in my direction, and on instinct, I move back. She laughs, then stumbles, but Riley catches her before she can fall.
“Take her up to her room,” I tell him. “And make sure she doesn’t choke on her vomit.”
Mom scoffs. “You know what the people at the HQ have been calling me ever since that meeting?” she asks, then hiccups. “Asellout. A money-hungry hag. They laugh at me in my absence; they give me looks of mockery when I pass the hallways.” She grabs the threshold and leans in. “And it’s all because ofyou,” she sneers at me. “My employees think you’reLure’sfuture, that you’ll take the company to new fuckingheights.” She scoffs again. “So, I thought I should pay you a little visit tonight – to see the people’s favorite in all her righteous glory.”
Ice claws its way up my spine at her words, and a lump forms in my throat at her indirect threat. I can’t get air in and out of my lungs, and my legs feel leaden.
Mom smirks, having sensed the shift in me. “What’s wrong,MissAdler? Feeling outnumbered, are you?”
My eyes sting with unshed tears, but I grit my teeth and manage to gather what little strength I have left. “You wouldn’t dare,” I tell her. “Not if you like your pathetic head on your shoulders.”
Her lips spread in a grin. “I do like a good challenge.” She hiccups again. “Especially if it’ll end with you on the floor, screaming for help and crying for mercy.”
I make myself move and push the door towards her. It connects with her head, making her shriek. I then turn around and climb onto the bed in search of my phone, but Riley beats me to it. He grabs it off the nightstand and throws it against the wall, then gets on my bed and fists my hair.
“I’m going to have too much fun dirtying you up, you sneaky little cunt,” he hisses at me, then shoves me on the mattress.
I turn and try to move away from him, but he grabs one of my legs and yanks me to him.
“Let go of me!” I scream, and kick him in the jaw, which somehow ends up urging him on further.
“Defiant little bitch.” He lifts my hoodie, exposing my breasts.
I make to push it back down, but he grips both my hands and slams them above my head.
He smirks and cups my right breast with his free hand, then kneads it painfully. “You’ve got the county’s most dangerous man weak for you. There really must be something in you for him to defy the people he should otherwise be grateful to.” He drags his hand lower and grabs my center, making a sob hitch out of me.
My tears fall to my temples, and my vision blurs as I thrash helplessly against his hold. “Stop,” I say, and can’t help but cry when my plea makes him grin.
He unzips his pants and pulls his cock out, then starts stroking it while running his eyes over me.
This can’t be happening…
Please, this can’t be happening right now.
Mom enters the room, and when she sees Riley working himself to me, she bends over in laughter. “Serves you right,” she says while laughing, then claps her hands like the mad-fucking-woman she is.
I thrash under Riley again, and try to kick him off me, but he doesn’t budge. What he instead does is hook his fingers under the waistband of my shorts. He manages to pull them down, and when he glances between my thighs, he groans and strokes himself faster.
“If only your cunt had pink hair,” he muses, then chuckles. “Would make you more special than you already are…Princess.”
“Let me fuckinggo,” I manage to say, then jerk under him.
