I pull in my lips, clamping them together so I don’t start losing my shit on her. She’s not the one who needs to hear the words. They’re all meant for Mark because I know the next words out of her mouth are going to send me into a spiral.
“Tonight, he tied me up and blindfolded me. I was okay with it, for the most part. Not completely, but I never had any reason to say no to him.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stand, and with every sentence, my fear only gets worse.
“Once I got over the initial panic of not being able to move or see, things seemed to be going well.”
I don’t ever want to think sex with another person seems to be “going well.” No one should be uncomfortable to the point where they’re panicked unless that is the emotion they are going for.
“He told me the panic would heighten the sensations and that I should just lie there and feel. He said it was all about my pleasure tonight.”
I am a razor’s edge from losing my shit, but I somehow stop myself from reacting. Zoey doesn’tneed to hear my criticism, even if it is pointed at Mark and not her.
Zoey sniffles, and the sound breaks my heart. My sister and I are thick as thieves. There isn’t a secret I have that she doesn’t know. We are each other’s best friends, and it has been that way since the day she was born.
“It was enjoyable at first, but it was hard for me to orgasm with my arms and legs tied to the corners of the bed. I’d never felt so naked in my entire life.”
My mind snags on the fact that she was splayed out, unable to move. All four limbs were secured to the bed. What an awful position to be in with someone you don’t completely trust.
“I can’t imagine, Zo.”
“You don’t want to,” she says with a soft voice that quavers. “Things were going okay until…”
I swallow down the bile that’s rising in my throat, getting higher with each word. I’ve never felt more murderous in my entire life than I do in this moment.
“Mark’s mouth was on me. He said he was going to force me to orgasm, but then I realized there were more than two hands on my body. I thought it was his hands on my breasts because every sensation was so overwhelming. But I felt his hand on my hip, and I knew there was more than just him in the bed with me.”
When people say they see red, they sure as hellmean it. The amount of anger that burns inside me has flames of destruction flickering in my eyes.
“I’m going to fucking kill him.”
Zoey squeezes my hands. “I flipped out, twisting and screaming as much as I could until Mark and whoever the fuck else was there stopped touching me. It took a while, but he eventually untied me because he was worried his neighbors would hear me yelling. He told me I was overreacting and that I didn’t feel what I felt.”
“Zo,” I whisper, my eyes filled with tears. “That’s horrible.”
“When he took off the blindfold, there was no one else in the room, Lou.”
“You felt what you felt.”
“I keep going over it in my head, and I know there were more than two hands on my body. I know it deep in my bones.”
The floor creaks, and I glance over my shoulder, finding Oliver filling the entrance to the living room.
Zoey stares at me with pleading eyes, the same ones she used to give me when we got in trouble and she didn’t want me to throw her under the bus.
“Who is he, and where does he live?” Oliver asks without wanting to know the details.
Zoey’s eyes slide to him before I glance over my shoulder to where he’s standing. “Mark lives a few blocks over.”
“Address?” he asks, his fists already curled at his sides.
“He lives in Riverfront Towers.”
“Unit number?”
I stare back at my sister. “Tell him.”
“But…”
