“Begrudgingly at times, but yes,” he grins.
“Well, I loveyourbrother?—”
“Evie, this is getting fucking weird.”
I roll my eyes. “And I lovemybrother. And you know what, Val? I loveyou, too. There. Now everyone loves everyone. It’s sweet, isn’t it?”
“Any sweeter and I'd puke, Evie.”
I’mexhaustedby the time rehearsal is over. Even so, I tell Naomi and Lyra that I’ll have to catch up with them later, because I’mgoing to stay and work my Black Swan piece a few more times in preparation for the revue. I text Vaughn that I’ll be home late, then I get to it.
Two hours afterthat, “exhausted” isn’t the right word anymore. I could curl up on the stage and just…stay there. Physically, I’ve got nothing left in the tank.
A shower will have to wait until I get home, especially since the idea of taking one herealone, with no one else left in the building, freaks me out. I throw shorts and a hoodie over the leggings and t-shirt I’ve been dancing in, sling my dance bag over my shoulder, kill the lights, and then make my way to the back door of the theater and shoulder it open.
The scream chokes in my throat as the hand wraps like iron around my neck. Adrenaline explodes through my system as I’m yanked out the back door, my dance bag slipping off my shoulder before I’m slammed against the brick well.
Sheer terror slices through me as I look up into the faceless, hulking shape of the man all in black, wearing a ski mask over his face. His hand clenches tighter around my throat as he holds up a knife, glinting in the dim of the streetlight further up the alleyway.
“Please!” I choke through his grip on my throat. “Please don’t?—”
His face surges close to mine, so quickly that I flinch and shut my eyes.
“I just have one. Fucking. Question,” he snarls.
I blink, shuddering as my pulse skips.
“Are you going to be a good little whore for me.”
The fear wrapped like ice around my heart shatters and melts, liquefying in my core and pooling between my thighs.
It’s Vaughn.
Then heat blooms across my cheek.
It’s Vaughn, and he justslappedme.
Nothard, but enough that it’s clear he wants to playrough. I whimper as he squeezes my throat and drags the tip of the knife across my jawline.
“I asked you a fucking question, slut.”
“Yes,” I whimper, my legs quivering. “Yes, I’ll be a good little whore for you.”
“Get on your fucking knees.”
He lets go of my throat, grabs a hank of my hair, and violently shoves me to the ground. I groan as my kneecaps bite into the pavement, my breath catching sharply as he tugs my head back hard.
The jangle of his belt cuts through the sounds of the night, and I squeeze my thighs together.
Vaughn pushes his black jeans down over his hips, and suddenly, his swollen cock springs free.
Imoanwhen he slaps my cheek again.
“Give me that fucking mouth, slut.”
I open my jaw wide as he grabs his cock and shoves it between my lips.
Fuck. Yes.
