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“Desi, please. You can’t.” I wiggled under his hold, trying to escape, but he shoved his hips against my ass.
He had stood up after Tully made a comment about taking his prize.
He couldn’t have been serious.
But something in Desi’s eyes flipped. Both blue and green were as blank as the rest of his face as he kicked the chair out from under me and then snatched me up, shoving my face onto the table.
He was hard against me. His cock pulsed against my nakedness under the dress.
“This isn’t you,” I pleaded.
He laughed coldly. This wasn’t Desi. A shiver of terror ran through my body as he shoved my dress halfway up my back, exposing me to the table.
Tully cleared his throat. “You’re a Seven Sin. Act like it.”
Desi bent over, crushing his body against mine. “Baby, this has always been me. I warned you about who I was, remember?”
His tongue flicked across my ear, and I tried to jerk away. Tears began to slide down my face, and my chin trembled as I fought back sobs. He stood back up and grabbed my wrists, squeezing them tight. My mouth fell open in a sharp cry as he kept squeezing. I thought he was going to snap them in half!
I tried to kick him, but he pressed further against my naked body and shoved my legs apart. He yanked my hands to my back and adjusted his own hands so that only one was needed to hold them there. I continued to fight but froze when I heard his belt unbuckle and zipper go down.
“Desi, please. Not here, not in front of everyone,” I pleaded, tears streaming down my face against my will. “If you really want this, let’s go upstairs,” I urged.
“Why? No one cares here? It’s not like we haven’t seen worse,” Tully said. “Scout, be a good girl, and let him take his prize.”
Desi shifted, grinding his hard length against me, and I tried to kick him again.
“Be a good girl for me,” Desi mumbled as his free hand reached between my thighs and spread my lips. I tightened my body and tried to move, but he was stronger. His fingers attempted to play with my most private parts, but I was shutting down.
When he realized that, he pulled me up and grabbed the front of my dress. My back was arched at such an angle I gasped, trying to breathe. He let go of my hands, and I began to try to cover myself with my dress, but he was stronger than me. While I was pushing my skirt down, his hand went to my collar, clenching it tightly. He pulled it hard. It stretched only a little before tearing like paper. I scrambled to hold the two halves of my dress together, but he kept pulling, exposing me completely to the disgusting onlookers.
His hands went to my back as I attempted to save my dress. He ripped the clasp off with such force it stung, and he pulled it down. Then, he pushed my arms away from my clothes, ensuring everyone got a look at my body.
I sobbed then. I couldn’t contain it anymore.
“Brown. Dante and I wondered what color her nipples were, considering how light her tan was,” Tully smirked.
My hands flew to my chest, and Desi let me cover myself.
Was this nightmare over?
Desi shoved me back down on the table, assuring me that it was not. His hard cock throbbed against my exposed backside, and his fingers returned to my thighs. He poked and prodded, but I remained dry, despite my legs beginning to wobble.
I closed my eyes, but I couldn’t stop crying. Blood ran down my face in droves.
I felt him reach forward, and I opened an eye to see him grabbing a cup of blood. He paused and reached for the pot in the middle of the table instead. It had all the chips, my underwear, and my necklace. Had the necklace caused a reaction in him? Was he going to stop this madness?
He abandoned the blood and grabbed the necklace. I threw my hands out when he let me go. I looked around, trying to make eye contact with someone, anyone, but I soon realized that there was no one here who was going to help me. It wasn’t that they couldn’t, but that they didn’t want to. These people thrived on the pain of others.
I was moving so much against him that Desi struggled to put the necklace back on me, but finally, he clasped it around my neck. Then, he reached for the panties.
He was! He was going to help me. I knew this was all an act.
Relief washed over me for a split moment before suddenly he snatched my hair and tugged hard! I let out a sharp cry of pain mixed with surprise and heartbreak.
Tully stood then and came over to stand beside my boyfriend. He bent beside me and locked his hard, evil eyes on me.
