I'm still shaking as he wraps me in his arms, cradles me against his body, and starts to carry me, my head lolled against his chest, listening to the steady thud of his heart.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs against my ear. “MY good girl.”
My brow furrows deeply,my eyes squeezing shut against the harsh light trying to pry its way into my head.
I groan as I shift under the covers, pouting as sleep is stripped away from me by consciousness.
Dammit.
I exhale with a huff, wincing again at the light piercing through my eyelids before I slowly open them.
My heart skips for a second. I haveno ideawhere I am.
The bedroom is spotless and gorgeously decorated, but it’s totally unfamiliar. I begin to sit up, then realize with a start that I’mnakedunder the covers.
What the…
I stiffen, my head throbbing. Then gradually the gauzy fog of sleep fades, and it all starts to come back to me.
Oh God.
The mad chase through the dark.
The rough, punishing, brutal fucking.
The slaps, pinches, chokes, and fingers pushing into myass.
Heat floods my core as I curl under the covers, nowveryawake.
…And maybe a little wet.
My head throbs again, and I wince asthatpart comes rushing back.
Good lord, I took drugs last night. Not even something normal like weed, either. I didEcstasy.
Then, slowly, my brows pinch as my memories continue to come back, replaying the flute of champagne with the little “candy” bubbling at the bottom of it.
Sabine.
It all comes back to me. I realize with horrifying clarity that I didn’t “take” Ecstasy last night.
I wasgiven it, without my freaking consent.
“That bitch!” I blurt out loud.
“Who’s a bitch?”
I whip my head around and feel myself blush when I see Vaughn standing in the open doorway of what must be a guest room at his penthouse.
I try to swallow back some of the heat as I pull the covers tighter around me.
“Nothing,” I blurt. “I mean…no one.”
Vaughn arches a brow, his gaze dropping to the white-knuckle grip I have on the duvet covering my nudity.
“Your sudden bout of modesty is…interesting, given last night.”
My face heats. “I was…” I groan and look down. “The Ecstasy…” I slowly lift my eyes to his. “You…” I frown. “You knew I’d been drugged, and you still?—”
