“You kidnapped me,” she reminds me. I smirk.
“Yeah, I did.”
“And you’re still going to let me stay? Even if you don’t get the money?” I nod my head.
“I told you. I’m not going to force anyone to do shit they don’t want to.”
“Kind of a weird thing to say when you took me against my will,” she laughs lightly.
“You’re right, but this is different.”
“How so?”
“I don’t know yet.” With that, she smiles and closes her eyes, falling asleep quickly.
Chapter 10
River
I’m having the best dream ever when I feel something on my leg. I moan and shift a little, but it’s still there.
I pry my eyes open and glance down, right before I scream. I leap up and stand against the headboard, screaming.
“What the fuck?” Royal yells as he sits up and looks at me.
“There was something on me! A fucking rat!” I yell. Royal looks around, but I must have scared it off when I screamed. My heart is beating rapidly in my chest.
“Told you this isn’t the life for you,” he says before lying back down. When I don’t see the rat anymore, I drop back down onto the bed and lie on my back. I’m trying to catch my breath when Royal speaks again.
“What were you dreaming about?” he asks.
“What do you mean? Why do you think I was dreaming?”
“You were moaning.” Embarrassment hits me hard. I cover my face so he can’t see just how red it is, but then I feel his hand grab my wrist and pull it away. “Tell me.”
“No.”
“Come on. I want to know,” Royal asks once more.
“It’s personal.”
“Tell me,” he demands. I suck in a breath and just tell him.
“There was a guy, he was touching me.”
“Touching you where?” he asks.
“His hand was on my stomach,” I tell him, and that’s when he moves. His hand comes to rest on my stomach, and I suck in another ragged breath.
“Then what?”
“He … he slid his hand into the top of my shorts,” I tell him. His hand slides down into the top of my shorts just like in my dream.
“Keep talking, River.”
“He kept going. Then his fingers slowly slid inside me.” The words barely leave my lips when his hand sinks further into my shorts, his fingers finding me wet. Royal slips his fingers inside me, and I gasp.
“Tell me more,” he demands. I don’t know if I can. I don’t know if I should, but the way his fingers feel inside me is the reason I do.
