I ripped my hand away and stood, taking several deliberate steps back from her, my anger roaring as my phone continued to ring.
She was panting behind me, the chair creaking as she tried to adjust herself.
I glanced back, watching her breathe, move, clench and unclench, probably in pain now that I took it away right before she had it. Her moves were slow and heavy, whatever high she had been feeling fading quickly as the alcohol took full affect.
I sneered in disgust. Money. She was here because of the fucking money, not for me to have fun. I had women on standby for that, I didn’t need her.
I spun on my heel and grabbed the syringe from the table before hitting my knees at her head, my cock so fucking solid, every movement hurt.
I grabbed her jaw and leaned over her, watching her rage-filled drunken eyes stare into mine. “One last thing before I go,” I told her, forcing her mouth open. My mind was spinning as Igathered up some saliva in my mouth and spit straight into hers, watching as her eyes widened.
She coughed and choked as her tongue moved to swallow it.
I leaned in and pressed the needle into her neck. “Mine tastes better. If you remember anything tomorrow, it’ll do you good to remember that.” I forced her mouth shut and deployed the contents of the syringe into her.
I waited until her eyes fluttered closed, her body going slack, before I released her jaw and sat back on my heels in complete shock at what I had just done.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
My cock was throbbing for her. Hardened like a rock in my pants.
I needed to get her home and find a good fuck, get my mind on straight before I went back to tell Malachi I had failed.
Maybe not completely though. This would be enough to drive her mad. Enough for her to confront Steven. Maybe enough to get the money the next time they came to The Club.
I stood above her, staring at her soaking, glistening body. She would remember this and fear me. She would get that account number to me by the next meeting between Steven and Malachi or she would end up back here, in my grips.
She would know that I could take her again whenever I wanted.
However I wanted.
And there was nothing she could do to stop me.
8
Olivia
April 19th, 2022
Ijerked awake, sweat coating my skin, soaking my blankets, my heart pounding against my ribs.
The first thing I noticed was how dry my tongue was, the second was my pounding head.
I felt groggy, my limbs felt like they had gained 100 pounds each.
I groaned, rolling over on my bed, patting the mattress for my phone only to find nothing at all.
After a few seconds of contemplating whether or not I should just go back to sleep, I forced myself to a sit and turned on my lamp.
My phone was on my nightstand, the time reading just past one.
Great.
With a sigh, I let my head fall against the headboard only to wince at the pain I felt throbbing through it. Ow, how did…
I froze as the memories came flooding back, and my hand flewto my throat, fingers grazing over the leather, the metal loop, a small charm.
My eyes widened and my heart skipped a beat. I scrambled out of bed, tripping over my blankets, and, after a short struggle with the tangled mess, I sprinted into my bathroom. I ran up to my mirror, grasping the edge of the sink, my breath coming in short and shallow pants. I found my own reflection, my makeup still smudged, revealing what Steven had done to me. But more importantly, what that guy had done to me.
