“Stop being a bitch. Go stand by the fire.”
You’ve never treated me right, and I think you need to take me back into town before the snow gets so bad that we’re trapped up here with your asshole friends.
“I think I just want to go to bed. Where are we sleeping?” I silently berate myself for not saying what I’m thinking.
He arches a brow at that, and I feel my stomach swoop again when he brings his hand up and carefully threads it through the dark curls brushing my forehead. “Oh, come on, baby. The party’s barely started. What fun will it be if you go to bed now?”
“I’m not even…” I trail off, because there’s something in his expression that I don’t like. “You can party without me.”
He lets out a low laugh, and the sudden feel of a broad chest bumping against my back, fingers running across my shoulder, makes me try to whirl. It’s only Trevor’s hand in my hair that stops me, but I can still see that his friend Blake is the one touching me.
I don’tlikeBlake.
Honestly, I don’t like any of his friends.
“Stop it,” I let out in a soft voice.
Blake doesn’t step away, and Trevor isn’t acting possessive like he usually does. His fingers in my hair keep me in place as the bigger guy behind me trails his hand across the back of the stupid Christmas sweater I have on, tracing the exposed skin of my neck with a low laugh.
“He really is pretty, Trev. Perfect present.” Blake’s low rumble makes my stomach flip.
“What?” It isn’t him I’m looking at when I ask. It’s Trevor. My eyes are wide and my head is swimming.
This is worse than the storm.
It’s worse.
It’s so much worse.
“Come on, Remington.” Trevor’s voice comes out as a coaxing coo that makes my stomach hurt. My entire face is flushed, and my body feels impossibly warm. This isn’t…
There’s somethingwronghere.
I can feel it in the way the five guys in the room are looking at me. The way Blake approached me with a smug look on his face, like he’s going to get to unwrap a Christmas present early.
“What are you doing, Trevor?” My voice is shaking with the question and Ihateit.
“I promised the guys a good Christmas. I figured if we taught you a lesson, you’d remember that you aren’tworthbigger and better things. You need to be reminded that you’re nothing but a stupid fucking slut.” His fingers are mean when they squeeze my face, nails pressing hard enough into my cheeks that I’m sure he’s leaving marks. “You don’t get to leave me, baby. And by the time we’re through with you, you’re going to be too used up to think you can go anywhere else.”
Oh.
Oh, shit.
My entire body goes numb as he shoves me toward Blake, and the broad asshole catches me against his chest with a grin, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck so I can’t try to scramble away.
But where would Igo? It’s snowing so hard outside that I’m pretty sure I’d get lost if I even tried to run down the mountain.
And there are so many of them. They’d catch me.
They’d hurt me.
At the sound of Trevor’s laugh, the way he pulls out his cellphone and holds it up like he’s planning on recording what’s about to happen, I realize they’re going to hurt me no matter what I do.
Everything around me blurs, spiraling to a pinpoint of the way Blake has one hand around my throat and the other is trying to unfasten my jeans. In the corner, Trevor looks at me with a smug expression.
Asatisfiedexpression.
And I realize this is what he planned all along—this is my penance in his eyes for trying to leave him for good.
