“This video will be a wonderful addition to the collection,” he grunts.
My vision wanes by the second, drawing me closer to darkness.
“I’m coming!” he roars. “Shit, baby, that felt amazing.”
“Her pussy is drenched,” Trish drawls.
“Let me have a taste.” His lips descend to hers, and they share a passionate kiss. “Damn, that’s good.”
“Put your cock in her mouth. I’ve tasted her, so it’s only fair she returns the favor.”
“Here.” He gives her the phone. “Make sure you get a close-up.”
He pries my jaw open and shoves his soft manhood into my lax mouth. “You’re the perfect whore.”
“Like that, uppity slut?” Trish mocks.
Inhaling air into my lungs becomes laborious, dangerously slowing my breathing.
He pulls his penis from my mouth. “Open her legs.”
Trish moves above my head and spreads my incapacitated limbs for Camden’s sexual assault. He positions his erection at my entrance and slowly pushes forward.
There’s a loud bang. “Motherfucker!”
Dom.
Camden is thrown off the bed, and Trish screams. A fight ensues, and I black out.
Pepper still sleeps, though it’s close to one o’clock in the afternoon. It’s blind luck I was only thirty minutes from the address she texted. Drew and I were at a bar. We’d been drinking beer and shooting pool for several hours. It wasn’t where I wanted to be on a Saturday night, but I was driving myself insane staring at my computer screen, watching her.My obsession.I needed something to occupy my mind. Drew readily agreed to accompany me, but Jensen declined to join us due to having a prior engagement with Sarah.
After reading her message, I hastily exited the establishment, shoving anyone in my path to the grimy floor. Drew chased behind me but refrained from asking questions until we were ensconced in the car. He knew from my demeanor the situation was grim and explanations could wait. Time was of the essence. My trepidation increased when my repeated calls were not answered. Once arriving at the gated community, I delivered an uppercut to the security guard, laying him flat because the bastard wouldn’t let me through. We barged into the house and searched the first level in record speed before heading upstairs. I found her being sexually assaulted and snapped. If Drew wasn’t there to pull me off Camden, I would’ve beaten him to a bloody pulp. The bitch didn’t get a free pass for being a woman; she tasted my right hook. My revenge was short-lived because I needed to see to Pepper’s health and safety, but I’m nowhere near done.
I arranged for a doctor to meet me at home instead of taking her to a hospital. Confidentiality is of the utmost importance. Police involvement would impede achieving my vengeance. No evidence of intercourse was found, to my relief. Her heart rate and blood pressure were low enough to cause concern but not life-threatening. A watchful eye was kept on her until both stabilized. The doctor said Pepper’s symptoms coincide with the effects of Rohypnol and assured me she would be fine once the drug ran its course before he departed.
I kept an observant eye on Pepper while orchestrating my special brand of vigilante justice without having to bloody my hands. Granted, I preferred to deal with the perpetrators myself but didn’t want to leave Pepper. For her own protection, I installed a GPS chip inside her cell phone. Now, I’ll always know where she is. I gaze at her and tuck a wayward curl behind her ear. It’s strange having Pepper lying next to me in my bed.This slip of a girl has implanted herself into the marrow of my bones, becoming an integral substance required for my survival. How the fuck did I allow that to happen? I value my self-control above all else—it’s priceless—but she fucking obliterated it. And, goddamn, I want to cause her pain because of it. I’ve evaded emotional entanglements with women since Lauren, and I refuse to have my peace shattered now. That’s the reason why I distanced myself from her. I needed to collect my thoughts and reevaluate the purpose of my pursuit. She’s a means to an end, a summer fling. My goal is to corrupt and defile my sweet angel. Afterwards, I’ll rip her wings off and set the motherfuckers on fire.
Finally, Pepper’s eyelids flutter open and brown irises land on me. She rapidly blinks to focus her glazed orbs.
“Where am I?” she asks, dazed.
“My mansion.”
“I’m naked.”
“My housekeeper washed your clothes.”
“Why? How did I get here?”
“You put yourself in danger last night,” I bark, causing her to wince. I will myself to calm down. Pepper needs to be taught the error of her ways, but she has to recover first.
“What?”
“You were slipped a roofie.”
“Roofie?” She props herself up on the pillows.
“It’s a date rape drug.”
